[ The delivery driver, clearly ready to get on with their evening, puts the paper bag on the table farthest from the bed, murmurs a quick thanks, and scuttles out of the room before anyone can say anything else. ]

It's true, [ Root says, backing Shaw up. ] Besides, nothing is appetizing right now.

[ The nurse sighs but does not roll her eyes. She's dealt with worse, and at least these two aren't being aggressive or vulgar at her. ]

Let me verify your chart. [ Then, to Shaw-- ] If you're not authorized, you're not staying. No exceptions.

[ She heads off to the nurses' station to check. ]

You're authorized, [ Root tells Shaw. ] She took care of it.

[ It's really nice, being friends with god. ]