Eggsy was still on pretty strong medication himself, so he wasn't too aware of where JB had managed to get to while he'd been reading. He'd asked Dr Shearing if she had something he could read that wasn't the network, since he was in danger of going fucking mental with boredom, and she'd landed in a few hours later with a bag of books about all sorts of things. He was currently caught up in the book of Jurassic Park, but his room-mate's mutterings broke his concentration and he looked over to see his pug giving the bloke a slobbery welcome.
Oh, bollocks.
"Ah, shit, bruv, m'sorry about that," he said, and tried to shift positions as quickly as he could, but all his casts and traction stuff kept him pretty much where he was. "JB! Here!" he snapped, and watched as the little dog bounced down to the floor via a chair before trotting over to sit beside Eggsy's bed.