"You can die from Coxsackie, no matter where you got it." Simon actually paused long enough to look at the man. The guy was crazy, looped, and Simon really didn't want to find out just how crazy this guy was. The joke had been lost completely on him; later though, later he'd probably laugh a little at how it sounded. That or someone would laugh at him while he told the story, if he lived to tell the tale.
"Go to the Hospital, or go back to the asylum. They could give you a check up and make sure everything's okay." He was going to say "make sure you aren't dying," but he could already see that that comment would probably have some little retort of some sort, like "we're all dying."
Simon tried to change directions, and the City for once wasn't been too uncooperative. It wasn't throwing up buildings as he turned the corners, but it wasn't helping him get any closer to the Hospital or the Police Station. He didn't see them anywhere.