Then he asked a few questions: listened to the heart and breathing.
"Yes, it's the flu," he said curtly.

"Nothing to do but to keep warm in bed and not move, and take plenty of milk and liquid nourishment.

I'll come round in the morning and give you an injection.

Lungs are all right so far." "How long shall I have to be in bed ?" said Aaron.
"Oh--depends.

A week at least." Aaron watched him sullenly--and hated him.