Ben shook his head, shivering and trying to move away from them. He pushed Bail’s hands away and muttered more persistently but his words were too slurred to understand.

The doctor sighed and walked over to a cabinet. She got out a syringe and came back to the bunk. “I don’t like to do this,” she explained as she slid the needle into his skin. “But his fighting will just delay him getting the treatment he needs. He doesn’t seem to even know where he is.”