[Tinnitus. Or something like it. Tinnitus and a high fever and a cardiovascular system she's doing her best to keep from slipping into shock. Maxine's voice goes softer and she reaches out to put a gloved hand on his arm, trying to pull his attention back.]

There's no radio playing, Fitz.

[She gives a little squeeze, an effort at encouragement she knows will only ring hollow in words.]

Take the ibuprofen, okay? I'm going to finish taking a look at you and recommend you get some sleep.