In the time it took Kurt to get back, Maine had already set the area up for himself. The trays of food had been placed on a cart in easy reach of the bed and he'd even had some of the soup they'd set on his tray. It was far from pleasant, but he understood obeying orders from doctors. Always made sense to him.

In addition to the food he had already shuffled up the 'borrowed' deck a few times as he settled himself onto the floor. Sure he could trust the bed enough to hold up his own weight, but he wasn't going to bet that the thing would be as amenable to two adult SPARTANs who had clearly kept themselves fighting fit.

"Got food. Sit and relax."

Hopefully the world won't look to end with them playing cards. They could have something, right?