[John sits up, back propped against pillows standing along the wall. His legs are tucked under a blanket that rises to his waist. The lack of a shirt reveals the large bandage on his lower abdomen, clean and recently changed.]

Not nearly enough to give me trousers. So I wouldn't jostle me too much, propriety and all. [John tosses William a wink from where he sits.] Unless there's something you'd like to tell me, and that something is far better than a bottle of water.