Meredith shakes her head, though she doesn't know what she's protesting. The idea she needs comforting, maybe, though she does. She's not the one in the bed this time, he shouldn't have to worry about her. Worrying about her is what got them here. "You shouldn't have been up there," she says, lifting her head with a sudden, sharp breath. She has to be okay now. Her guilt and her worries have to be wait. "I'll get you something to write on if you need it. You're going to have to stick to liquids for a few days. I... I don't know what else. I don't know." She does, somewhere in her head, rattling around with everything else, all the instructions and information she should give, but she can't remember anything.