Feb flinched at his tone; such a stark contrast to their conversation just a moment ago. "Snap at me again and I'll hit you." She warned, though she wouldn't actually follow through this time; he probably couldn't tell how serious she was, given their history on that front.

She softened a little after his apology, kneeling before him now as she tried to mask her concern. She was slowly coming to realize that they were far too alike in this respect. Febs did not like to be the point of concern or to be a bother, but clearly he had been hit with something, something that took an extended time to cause a reaction. That was actual cause for concern. "Don't you dare get mad at me, but I think you should go to the hospital. Just to be on the safe side. If it's nothing, I'll get Mrs. H. to  make you  more cookies for the trouble."

Bargaining with sweets should work in her favor, but just in case, "Please? I promise I'll stay in my house until there's no more fog." Hopefully that would seal the deal. He was stubborn, she'd learned, but she watched him with wide grey eyes, for either some kind of reaction or anything that could be related to what he'd been hit with.