It was beginning to sink in that Matthew, sane or insane, was simply not well. Stephen gave him a concerned look and stood up to go get a glass. Of course, at this point he wasn't sure he should have been going anywhere, since at this stage in the game Matthew looked decidedly paler than usual and about ready to drop.
Oh, bloody hell.
Stephen went over and knelt down beside Matthew, offering him a hand to get up, or at least get back into the chair. "Jesus Christ, mate, you alright? You fainted for a second there -" he looked straight at his friend, "You don't look well at all," he put the back of his hand to Matthew's forehead.