Puck hadn't exactly been feeling great for the last couple days, either, but he was chalking it up to the fact that he hadn't waited a full half hour between eating and swimming the other day, and he was like, ninety-nine percent sure it'd made him really sick.

Oh, Puck.

But today he'd decided he couldn't just deal with being sick on his own; not when he was gray. So he'd wandered to Quinn's room, wrapped in a blanket like that would somehow make this better. He didn't know!

"Quinn, I don't feel -- oh, shit, you're gray too."