[ John's still feeling massively out of sorts here and this is a lot of information all at once. For both of them. On his end of the phone, he squeezes his eyes shut, and tries to focus. ]

What do you mean she tried to do something to help you get along better? Do you know exactly what it is she did?

[ He's not a miracle worker, he can't sort things without information. Something he's got too much and not enough of in some cases. He groans softly, having tried to shift up but no, that was a terrible idea. He leans back against the pillows in his bed. ]

I'm a bit under the weather, yeah. I---[ Might as well come out with it. ]---I died. This is all just to do with the coming back portion.