[Chris looks up at the hand as Riddick feels his head. His temperature is inching up, not yet at a dangerous peak but definitely warmer than he should be. The necrosis is in its earliest stage, and likely would have been caught the next time the bandages needed to be changed]
Jesus, Riddick, can you relax? You're ridiculously paranoid. I'm in good hands.
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[Chris looks up at the hand as Riddick feels his head. His temperature is inching up, not yet at a dangerous peak but definitely warmer than he should be. The necrosis is in its earliest stage, and likely would have been caught the next time the bandages needed to be changed]
Jesus, Riddick, can you relax? You're ridiculously paranoid. I'm in good hands.