[ Oh jeez, Jayce really doesn't look good. Blake watches him stagger to the front seat of his truck, face creased in sympathy. If her logic is right, and he is turning into something undead, then this sickness might be part of it.

She has no idea what she can do to help. But she has to do something. ]

Jayce-- I'll be right back.

[ The dining car isn't too far off. Blake's only gone for a couple of minutes, and when she returns, she stands in the doorway of the truck, worried, holding out a bottle of water and a chocolate bar. It's the last of the candy she foraged from the garage they all woke up in, but this is a worthy cause. ]

Here, you should drink something. Are you hungry at all? Even if you're not, you should try to eat at least a little.