Is he going to entertain us some hammy oh-the-pain overacting while the virus runs its course? I can see him “reporting” from his bed:
“Water...water...”, he croaks. A nurse hands him a glass, he sips, and suddenly throws up his lunch. “Lungs...burning! Can’t...breath!” Then the feed is cut.
A similar episode the following day. And then he begins another series of reports built around a slooow, “agonizing” ten-day recovery.
Wake me when he goes fishing.