Ramses heard the implied order in her voice, she was in her Doctor Mode. If he resisted there would be an argument and he really wasn't interested in fighting, especially in this body.
With a resigned sigh he plopped back down on the bed and placed the crutches against the wall. One hand went to rest on the swell of his belly, which had expanded noticeably (to his eyes at least) over the past week. It seemed he was getting heavier and more awkward by the day.
"Hand the paper over," he scribbled the titles of a half dozen texts and returned the paper to his wife.