[ Whatever could give her that idea?? He's totally fine here, what are you talking about. There's no cause for alarm at all, other than Jack's melting out of the ceiling posters into goopy, horrifically smug puddles on the floor. And make Rhys makes a mortified, awful little sound when one seems to splat itself into the bed near his feet. ]

N--haaaahaha, okay! Nope, thiiiis isn't real. Nope nope mmnope, not happening. Ohhh this is not happening. [ Rhys brings his hands up over his face and drags them down. ]

Page--can you page? Someone?? The nurses?