Cure

He wasn't well, not well at all. He'd been bitten and he needed the antidote, but he was delirious.
"What is it?" his assistant asked as he crawled into the tent.
"An...ant...an..."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Ant...ote."
"What?"
"An...ote."
"Anecdote?"
The ill man appeared to nod.
His assitant started: "There was this one time at the conference when we all..."
The ill man headed towards an everlasting sleep as his dim assistant continued the story without pause.