Halfway across the room, Brodie stopped and looked at Jamie.
"What?!" He asked incredulously, but then hoped Jamie wouldn't attempt to answer that.
Apparently most doors lead to bedrooms, and Brodie simply chose the closest one, for obvious reasons. He almost threw Jamie onto the bed, but it would prove to be more difficult than it seemed, he was sure.
Instead, he tried to sit Jamie on the edge of the bed, so he would push him afterwards, but forcing a near dead-weight to sit on the bed caused for Brodie to have to awkwardly lie down in order to put Jamie steadily on the bed...And for Jamie to drop down on the bed with his legs sort of hanging from the side.
"Okay..." He sighed, standing up again. He grabbed Jamie's feet and turned him around so he'd lie down completely. There it was, all done.
"You're alright now. Not really in jammies, but at least you're in bed." He said, and picked up a comforter he'd seen close by, spreading it over Jamie in case the meds and the sleeping caused his temperature to drop.
Brodie stood there as if admiring his work, but he wasn't, he had simply drifted off momentarily trying to think of a fast way to go back to his own room.