You have none folks in the infirmary who can do something for it.

[ Firm, but not snappish. She helped him out. She has his secrets in her tiny, tiny hands. If there is some run-off irritation, it only crisps the edges of his tone, directed outwards, at the situation he is in, at this stupid place, these stupid dreams. ]

And even if that weren't true, this thing [ he taps the centre of his chest ] can't get out. What it is, what it does. Poppell knows, you know, can't spread further than that.