Note from The Future: That first speech bubble should’ve pointed to Dr. Trevelyan.

On DA: Nurse Seras.

Trevelyan: She seems to have an ordinary flu. No unusual symptoms. The best thing she can do for herself is rest, and she should be fine by tomorrow.

If she shows any worse symptoms, however…

Integra: I do wish y’d stop talkin’ about me as if I’m not here.

Trevelyan: …such as hallucinations.

Walter: Integra, that’s a lamp.

Integra: Doesn’t give it th’ right t’ ignore me.

Trevelyan: Now, I want you to drink plenty of liquids, get lots of rest, and stay off your feet all day.

Integra: Understood, Doc.

Integra (thinking): My real work doesn’t start until nightfall anyway…

Trevelyan: And no getting up the instant the sun sets, you hear?

Integra: Have I mentioned that y’know me too well?

Trevelyan: Often.

Trevelyan (remembered): You’re very contagious; you shouldn’t be in contact with too many people.

Integra (thinking): I’m feverish, nauseated, my brain is muddled, I can’t trust my ears, or even see six feet or speak a coherent sentence…

…And on top of all that, I have to be taken care of by…look on the bright side, Integra…it can’t be as bad as you think.

Seras: Sir Integra? Walter said you were confined to bed, but I didn’t really believe it until now! Gosh, poor you…

Integra: H’lo, Seras.

Integra (thinking): Yes…yes, it certainly can.

[What Integra saw]

Seras: Whatever your medical needs, Nurse Seras is here1

I have everything…painkillers, decongestants, flu shots, antibacterial soap, antibacterial spray, cold damp cloths, Ace bandages, tissues, Band-Aids, surgical masks, tongue depressors…

Integra: Seras?

Seras: Yes, sir! What can I get for you?

Integra: A glass of water.

Seras: Oh! Um, I’ll be right back.