Good…Even though we’ve established that you have a high fever, I’m still going to check your temperature. [From a small kit, he pulls out a thermometer. It’s one of the older models filled with mercury.] Now I’m going to need you to open your mouth.

【 ✮ 】— « Father, there’s no need… » Giorno grumbles, looking at him with a rather puzzled expression, still all curled up in the sheets.
[Good, the other has taken the thermometer, now he waits for the result. After a few minutes he removes the apparatus...
【 ✮ 】— Blinks, the thermometer successfully reaching his mouth. Welp.