He shot a glare at her as she pondered telling someone about his drunken state. Or rather, attempted a proper glare, it was more of a confused expression consisting of a raised eyebrow and pouting lips. Even so he thought he'd done a good job, and returned to shuffling his shoes slightly before Lucy wondered aloud what to do about his current predicament.

"Let him sleep until he's sober?" he asked, continuing her reference to the sailor's song. "Drown him in the fountain," he added, airily.

"Well I can't drown you can I? Looks like I’m gonna have to get you to bed. Where is your room?" She asked him slowly so he could hear her. She looked around the fountain for any nurses. There was none, this caused her to let out a small sigh. She wasn't sure whether she wanted a nurse to be there or not, she just wanted to know if there was. She began to ponder whether she would stay with him or leave him in his room. It may look bad when he wakes up and notices that she was sitting there while he slept.

The day was growing older and the time was now around five or six. The sun had begun to sink behind the hospital building and the majority of people had gone indoors. It wouldn't be have been strange for some patients to go to bed at this time.