Oliver had left the room a grand total of once since waking up that morning, and it was only to see what the house was up to with the new announcement. He'd made the mistake of going into the kitchen about half an hour before, and was promptly, though nicely, kicked back out again with a large plate of avocado oil french fries and some kind of salsa in lieu of ketchup. Oliver had wanted to ask if he could help, but he knew he had enough on his plate at the moment and his big frame would likely only get in the way, so he'd offered his sincere thanks, grabbed a couple of oranges and bottles of water, and headed back up again.
He'd spent much of the morning aside from that going through his daily routine. A workout when he woke up, minus the run he usually took. A shower, though having to dry off and dress in the bathroom was new. Now he was marathoning the Lord of the Rings trilogy on the giant flat screen television that rested on the wall across from the end of the bed. He told himself it was in prep for Edwin's LARP, keeping the volume low and the subtitles on so as not to disturb Marco. He'd seen it before, so the few times Marco had felt social enough to talk he hadn't bothered to pause. He'd left Marco's share of the food and a bottle of water on the desk, though he wasn't sure if the kid had touched it or not.
"It's what we got," Oliver offered in response, sitting up and edging toward the end of the bed so he could see Marco around the partial wall that separated the sleeping area from the couch and desk. "What do you think a doctor could do for you right now in a hospital?"