[staggers into the bathroom, still half-asleep]

Five am has never felt so unholy.

[glances at his reflection with bleary eyes, noticing a distinct lack of spots]

... My chicken pox are gone! Oh thank god.

[coughs, scratching absently at his arms]

I don't know what people are talking about... I went out after curfew & nothing happened. Well, except for this itching...

[sets down the paper bag full of the booze he bought to restock the fridge]

I mean, really. Just an itch. No big deal, right?

[rolls up his sleeves]

.... Oh fuck.