Startled by that cough, Liberty leant forward, ready to pass him a bowl if he needed it, or water to sip, but then it passed, and she could relax again. She had never dealt with real illness before, nothing so severe as this, but it was surprising how quickly you could adjust to things.
'Hannah was here earlier,' she told him. While Liberty herself was very much in favour of all the drugs the station could offer, she knew that Alexander didn't feel quite the same way. Some were unavoidable, in his condition, but she thought he'd prefer to have the healer help with his pain, as she had when he had first been taken ill. 'She told me to tell you to rest, but it isn't like you have much choice about that, is it?' Liberty added with a tilt of her head. She could only imagine how frustrating it all was for someone as ordinarily active as Alexander.
'It could be the drugs, still. They had to give you more.' Liberty wasn't about to lie to him, that wasn't how she did things. 'I wrote the details down. Fevers can make you dream strange things too, I read that. Very vividly. Maybe that makes them seem like memories. Were they good dreams?'