Alrighty, James was going off the deep end and good thing he was doing it in a hospital. At least once she pressed the red button to call in a nurse, it would be easier to have the men in white suits and butterfly net take James away to the mental facility. The way he was joking was different but she attested it to her being in the hospital and he trying to cheer her up the best way he could. She shook her head at his asking to reconfigure her laptop and the home network. "Leave my laptop alone since it is in my bedroom and thank god, no fight went on in there. Merely the living room and kitchen is totaled," she replied, licking her parched lips.<br/><br/>Anna winced at having her arm pulled up and then dropped down. Though it was not the injured one it pulled on the right of her muscles in her body. "James, can you not do that again. I know you like to joke but what I need is pain medication and the surgery," she replied, wincing as she turned herself onto her good side. She really needed to ask Ethan if James was on any medication. The whole changing subjects and fast talking was starting to unnerver her. At times he would get into this manner but she had not expected him to go a hundred miles a minute in speech. Even made her head hurt to try and remember what he had said to her just now before he left the room.<br/><br/>Seeing Ethan about to leave the room, she called for him, smiling. "Ethan, I want to talk to you while James smokes another cigarette." She had no clue how to go about it. Well, she needed to let him know her concerns about James before her friend came back. "I'm worried about James, there is something about him that is starting to get under my skin. Not to say I hate him or anything, Ethan but he is starting to make me question his sanity," she commented, blushing at having said those words. James was the more eccentric one while Ethan was stoic and careful with his words. Both complete opposites yet their friendship lasted longer than the Beatles and most super rock groups.