"No." It doesn't take much thought for him to give that answer, and he doesn't pause to swallow or to try and force it out. He just looks up at her, trying to look stern, though it's hard when just the mention of an infirmary brings back the kinds of things he's learned to associate with "doctors" in the last few months. The doctors in the prison weren't there to help; they were Cheng's helpers in inflicting pain. The best they did was keep him alive and that wasn't much of a favor.

"Just...need a shower." he adds, his voice fading near the end.