No fever -- only sweaty, clammy skin. The hand against his forehead is nice, though, and he leans minutely into it while he focuses on his heartbeat.

"Yeah. Yeah, I should get some water..." Because obviously he's in a fine state to get out of the bed. It wouldn't be the first time he'd half-staggered down the hallway to the bathroom to drink or splash water on his face or dunk into the bath to try and shake off voices, even.