[[JM is looking at a medicine package, with a hot water bag on his head; Matt is covered in a blanket]]

Narrator: The Flu of Doom continues to rampage through Mac Hall

JM: Why would they make a child-safety cap with pictographic instructions?

Matt: Dear Lord in heaven, I beg of you, strike me down where I stand.

Narrator: JM: Got coughed on by Ian.

Narrator: Temperature: 100.9 Narrator: Matt: Drank out of JM's glass.

Narrator: Temperature: 103.1

[[Helen is rubbing Micah's back]]

Narrator: Micah: Used a Nintendo controller after Matt sneezed on it.

Narrator: Temperature: 102.1 Micah: Rubbing so good... and yet so painful...

Helen: Hang in there, eh?

Narrator: Helen: Is going to be washing her hands and arms with bactine after she leaves.

Narrator: Temperature: 98.6