Oliver-bloody-Wood was Stan's best mate under the bubble and also one of the biggest pains in the arse that he'd ever known. In the past few weeks he'd gone from wanting to hug Wood, to wanting to throttle him, to being scared to death for him, back to wanting to thump him silly. But that was friends for you, he supposed.
In the journal, Ollie was sounding more than a little desperate to see his bloke, which- yeah- Stan got. So Stan packed up his supplies and trotted over to the infirmary. Only to find Wood pale, sweating, and apparently holding himself up with his arms. "You look like something a crup ralphed up," he informed Oliver. "You want to do a three-legged with me, or should I just levitate you?"