Arthur

[Private to Perry]
Someone's going around infecting people with a virus. Have you noticed anyone sticking you with anything lately?

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[SPAM for Ariadne]
[Arthur is sitting by the bed, a glass of water in one hand and a cool washcloth in the other. He dabs at the sweat on Ariadne's forehead, then offers the glass.]

I really think we should get you to the infirmary.