Hospital wing? Now that didn't sound promising in the slightest. Thomas either missed the reassuring smile in the darkness, or he simply dismissed it in favor of going with his gut, for he was soon shaking his head.

"George, if you're feeling ill, I'll walk down there with you." It was late enough that, if something happened en route, poor George might not be stumbled upon until the morning. While he was sure his friend was old enough to take care of himself, he could never forgive himself if something happened. He remembered nearly falling over his grandfather one morning, who'd been feverish and alone, never arriving where he'd intended.

"Let me just slip on my shoes, and we can be off?" He suggested, awkwardly rocking from one foot to the other. If it had been anyone else, Thomas likely wouldn't have made the suggestion.