Over a sprawling cityscape of rooftops and tall buildings, two voices discuss a persistent fever. "How's Kurapika's fever?" one asks. "It hasn't gone down a bit," the other replies. A caption notes that twenty-four hours have already passed. In the next panel, Kurapika lies in bed wearing a knit cap, face flushed and sweating, eyes closed in exhaustion. Nearby, Leorio stands with arms crossed, speaking with others in the room. "My flute has no effect, so..." says one. "Anyway, he needs to rest," Leorio responds. "He's in a deep sleep," another adds. A young girl with pigtails thanks someone off-panel. Leorio continues, "If we can't bring him to the hospital, I can have a friend of mine come." In the final panel, two figures stand at the bedside watching the sleeping Kurapika. "If we don't see any improvement today, we'll have to call a doctor, even if there are risks," one states.