All right, so at least Percy divulging the time difference had been a good thing. Such a thing wasn't always a good thing, but considering those in the medbay here at the complex knew not everyone was from modern times helped in that. Here they could explain such things without being looked at like they were crazy. Though at the revelation that Martha suspected Marguerite had pneumonia, Percy's eyes widened considerably.
After all, he well knew such a diagnosis was a death sentence to many where they came from. So he glanced at Marguerite momentarily before turning his attention back to Martha. As she explained it was highly treatable nowadays, he relaxed a bit. Though the whole part about an IV requiring a needle being in her arm, Percy was a bit iffy on that, but as long as it helped, he didn't say anything, merely nodded. And as long as Marguerite was willing to go that route, he wouldn't have to say anything.
When Martha turned a question to him, he didn't even hesitate on the matter. "No, that is perfectly acceptable. I would rather avoid falling ill when I can." As long as it would help him and allow him to better be there for Marguerite as she recovered, he would do it. There really was no question about that. While he had received better health care in his world because of the station he was born to, and thus had a better immune system for it, that didn't mean he wouldn't get sick here. Viruses changed and mutated, and there was undoubtedly a lot of viruses in the modern world that he and Marguerite hadn't been exposed to before.
"Would it be acceptable if I stayed here with Marguerite tonight?" He asked Martha, then looked at his wife. "If you want me to, of course." While he knew Marguerite would be under good care, he wasn't exactly certain if she would want him to stay or not. Though she would probably know if she told him to go back to their room, he'd only spend the night worrying.