[Dist returns, just in time to hear Luke hack and get a good, yet quick, look at his face. Oh, Score, the replica better not faint, or vomit ugh, in the examination room. After hesitating, Dist moves over to Luke's side and gives his shoulder a firm grip, pushing him downward gently.]

Lay down. You're still effected by the miasma, and you mustn't move carelessly. [The poison will only spread that way.] I cannot remove it all at once, but I can provide you with an antidote to take daily to counteract the poison. Don't move, replica. I'll mix it for you now while the machines run their tests. They're ready, but if you need a moment to gather your head, I'll allow it.

[Seriously. Dist would rather a conscious, not queasy patient than anything else, thank you very much. And Dist is not picking up after your disgusting mess, Luke.]