It was a bad enough concussion to make him dizzy and sick, but he had been running around so much that it didn't seem to matter. Now that he was sitting and still and not fiddling with equipment, it was different. He truly felt his injuries at that moment.

"Let them swarm. I'd like to be hooked up to a few IVs right now. A morphine cocktail would be perfect, don't you think?" And Capa didn't even like infirmaries. But the idea of a dreamless sleep, free of pain, was exactly what he wanted.

And a shower. A shower would be good.

"And yes. But it comes and goes. The nausea, I mean."