He shoved Marco away without thinking about it. Without even processing. Pushing out as a jolt of something went through him. He was whistling but Thatch couldn't understand. He tried to bully his brain into working, into making sense of it but it felt like he'd been ducked in ice water.

No. Why did Marco have to see this? It was so damn embarrassing. He tried to crack a smile as he shoved himself against the wall, tilting his head so he could breathe better. It didn't work. He could only gasp like a damn fish.

"S...sorry. Go...got poison...poisoned by...some...something in Bal-- Trabia..." He grinned. "Should...go away...soon."