Mikey blinked at the onslaught of instructions and questions, looking about himself wildly for puffs like they might suddenly materialise under his feet. He felt a little disorientated. The fact that Ryland was still partially lying ontop of Pete wasn't helping.
"For the bed-bound," he said holding the flowers out in front of him even though he was still nowhere near either of them. He wanted to be rid of them now, Ryland was a little intimidating. "And no? Not unless there's something I don't know about?"