Callum had never felt this sick in his life. He had never thrown up this much in his life, and that was including the disastrous pub crawl he went on in London when he and Case went backpacking around Britain and Australia the summer before he commenced at Harvard. He had been so sick after that whole milestone, but that didn't even touch this. This was his first time in hospital too, and it wasn't fun. He had IV lines stuck in him, and an array of other stuff that he had no clue on what it was doing. He just felt completely rotten to the point he didn't even have the energy to wish he wasn't in hospital.

"Jesse..." he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment or two because his mind was so foggy, like it was barely working. "Right, Jesse. The guy who's my brother. Sorry... that's just all... lot t'get used to, you know? Probably a lot f'him too. Am I dying? I feel like I'm dying..."