"Bath. I'm holding you to that massage. As soon as these kick in, though. How rapid can I hope they'll be?" Winston took the packet of pills gratefully. He sat sunk down on the side of the bed and handed Jude his glass of water so he could pop a couple of the pills into his palm. He took the pills and washed them down with a sip of water, then rested his head on Jude's shoulder with a sigh. "It's fucking balls if this is covid. I've got so much I need to talk to Ree about. Just my luck to go the entire pandemic dodging it and get it now, with the worst timing possible. You said you had it, didn't you? How shit should I expect to feel? I've heard all sorts of horror stories. It's hard not to be a bit scared of getting it. The third vax made me pretty sick. It was like a bad flu for a few days. But I've always been the sort to get side effects from injections and shit. I'm sorry, babe. This is crap for you too. I promise, I'm not usually the sort to whine. Just feeling pretty shit."