I might not need to, but with the way you sound, I can't help it. —Hold on. Quiet, a minute.

[she creeps up to the pharmacy door and listens at it. For a few moments he'll be able to hear nothing but water dripping from nearby ice stalactites, and then she straightens, shoves open the door with her shoulder, and slips inside.]

Where was I? Right; how long have you been ill?