[He won't. It crosses his mind, but only briefly enough to recognize it. Instead, he grimaces quietly, and even that makes his head ache against his pillow.]
I'm afraid I'm not feeling well.
[His tongue is heavy in his mouth, and he tries to speak past it. But the usual crispness of his tone is absent.]
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I'm afraid I'm not feeling well.
[His tongue is heavy in his mouth, and he tries to speak past it. But the usual crispness of his tone is absent.]
Perhaps you could come again tomorrow.