Avram had immediately swung into a predictable panic attack on seeing the network message—it was tiring and irritating that even when he knew it was irrational (you're not sick, you were fine ten minutes ago and you're fine now, dumbass), his brain could still do this to him. It helped a little that he didn't have access to Google anymore, no downward spirals of checking WebMD and MayoClinic symptom lists. But mostly he only got his lucidity back by taking his anti-anxiety meds the second he saw the message, knowing no good would come of it.
So he'd been on time to Kate's meeting, just a little off-balance. Weird that Cecilia hadn't been the one to call it, he'd thought, but he was glad that other people were doing things instead of waiting for her to do everyth—nope, Cecilia wasn't in the room at all. This is not good. As Kiley announced that Lennon was among the sick, that upped the not-good factor considerably. Goddammit. "Um, I know some basic medical stuff? Like caregiver things, lifting and moving patients, dealing with gross stuff, keeping everything clean, managing feeding and hydration...we never have access to IVs when we want them, apparently, but I know how they work. Other than that, I can clean but I'd get in the way of repair stuff, if it's anything more complicated than lifting and carrying."