[ Nausea, indeed. John leaves it to Megamind and the nearest bin (or whatever he may unfortunately have wound up aiming at, nodding a thanks to Kay for answering what he could- they've had more than their share of messes in the past few days), giving him whatever time he needs to finish and start catching his breath. He peers at his eyes and nods, once, before moving into step two, which would be the step involving the thermometer. ]

They're not all green, no. We're seeing a lot of that. [ It's as calm and reassuring as he can manage, at the moment. ] Anything else? Aches, trouble hearing, anything at all you think might be worth mentioning. I'm going to check your temperature; is that all right?

Absolutely. We'll get him taken care of. [ Or they won't, but that's a bit on the morbid side. It's about staying positive and not overly stressing everybody, for starters. If nothing else... they'll make people comfortable. ]

We'll all appreciate it in here. [ Right, a little something for the nausea, then. How interesting turns in events ever abound. ] The sooner someone has a breakthrough, the better.