Owen smiled at everyone as they approached. Well smiled the best that he could, more forced than anything else. He was speaking in hushed tones. He didn't want the other people who didn't know Jack to hear what they were speaking about. He whispered to Olwen. "Morphine od is the best idea. We need him to die. And I hate to say it like that. I don't want him to die, but if they keep bringing him back like this, it could go on for bloody ever. He has to die so that he can come back. He doesn't heal so much as, well, live?"
He looked over at the others, raising his voice just a tad. He could see behind them the nurses giving them the dirtiest looks. He didn't blame them. Seeing this much traffic in a room like this usually never happened in a hospital. "Olwen and I are trying to figure out how to make Jack die without raising a lot of eyebrows. The wounds he has, especially if they keep bringing him back to life, it will cause him a lot of pain. He's better off dying and coming back like we know he can. Morphine od is the most likely. What I wouldn't give for a something to get those mother hen birds out of the room," he muttered, motioning to the nurses.