It’d be a shame if Acosta got the CV and had to be quarantined for a few weeks...or years.
Five years later:
Jim getting his meal tray through a slot in the padded door to his “quarantine room”;
“I feel fine, I think I’m cured. Do you know who I am? I’m Jim Acosta! I’m a journalist, a real journalist. I work for CNN!”
Orderly: “Mr. Acosta, CNN doesn’t have real journalist. Now eat your dinner so we can give your “antivirals”.