Foreman frowned as Casey rolled her head away from him. Her face was flushed, more than it had been earlier, and she was definitely sweating. Fever. His concern about how he looked diminished, and then disappeared entirely when Casey started mumbling out the same phrase over again.

"It's fine," her father said. "Do whatever you need to do, she's getting sicker!"

Foreman stood up and shook his head. As soon as he touched Casey's hand, it confirmed what the monitor already said--she had a temperature, and it was climbing. Not being able to recognize the situation or remember what had happened meant delirium. "We can't," he said, and included Brennan and Amber in his glance. "Fever and delirium don't fit with Miller-Fisher." He frowned--had Brennan smirked at him? For being wrong again, no doubt. "I'm ordering anti-pyretics. Mr. Alfonso, we're going to have to find out what she has, and that will mean more tests."

Alfonso nodded. "Yeah, whatever...whatever you need to do."

At least that was one problem dealt with. Foreman opened the door and started out, staring at Brennan until he left first. "Get everyone back up to the conference room," he told Amber.