[He sets a very unfocused gaze up Steve's way, practically sunk into a ludicrous amount of pillows and covers on the bed.]

You look worse than I do. You really didn't have to run. I'm fine. [He reaches, taking a hold of that towel and then plonks it down on his forehead, just holding it there, eyes closing.] Fever'll probably break in a couple hours. You should drink some water. I don't know who keeps the fridge stocked around here but there's a lot in there.