[Her fingers on his cheek take him by surprise, but he willingly moves his head in the direction she indicates as the wave of nausea passes without incident. He's grateful that she replaced his oxygen mask too, though he lifts a hand to press it more firmly against his mouth once she does so. His eyes slip shut, and he evens his breathing]

... 'm fine. [he pauses to take a deep breath] I've been worse. Jus' anemic, that's all...