Damn, damn, damn! He couldn't remember if he was supposed to feed it or starve it (he never understood the purpose of the old adage anyway). All he knew was that it was bugging the crap out of him and he wanted it all to be over so he could get on with his life. But life wasn't going to let him get on with his--at least not today.
He drank the putrid concoction and shivered as the foul-tasting liquid dribbled down his throat. "This had better work," he grumbled. He hated being sick, the fever didn't help.