“I think …” Gen didn’t get too close, in case this was somehow contagious, “… it would do yourself and others some good if you recovered at home. What would happen if you aimed that at someone less agreeable than me, my friend?”

It’s so cold. Wait. What if this illness was transmitted just from a good soaking? Would make as much sense as anything else according to dream logic. If he came down with this, Senku was going to kill him, Gen thought wryly.