The orderlies came in as Greg was sitting up, and the look they gave him suggested that they didn't quite approve of the way their patient and his visitor had been 'sitting'. They were a little assauged by Greg's offer of help, but almost further concerned at the same time.
"I'm sorry Sir, it's our policy not to allow anyone other than trained staff to attend to the needs of the patients in the Janus Thickey ward."
"And this patient isn't considered to have the capacity to give informed consent." the other chimed in. "So I'm afraid we can't allow you to be present, unless you're a direct relative."
"But please be assured, no harm will come to him." the other concluded. Theo was already up and undressing, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping his trousers to the floor, waiting to take the robe that would be offered to him for the trip to the showers. He looked ill just standig there naked, his bones jutting out sharply in places where small dips should be and bones showing where they should have been well covered. He tilted his head at Gregm apparently missing the question. "It's cold outside." he commented.