Hadley stops by Sir William's room, where Shannon is once again visiting. You'll notice that Sir William doesn't have any other friends or family members interesting in visiting him, probably because they got really sick of him saying "forsooth!" and things like that all the time and disowned him. She says that Sir William seems to be feeling better, so perhaps the MRSA diagnosis was correct. Sir William asks Shannon to fetch him a tankard of mead from the vending machine. As soon as she's out of the room, he drops his brave act and tells Hadley that his pain is actually getting worse, but he pretended it was better so Shannon wouldn't worry. Because I'm sure she's not worried already what with him being almost dead and all. "So how long have you been in love with her?" Hadley asks, like, why does she even care? Sir William denies the obvious, saying they're just friends. Then: "since the first time I saw her." But she's engaged to his friend, so he won't say anything. Hadley asks how close their friendship can really be when King Miles hasn't visited yet. Well, he has a fucking kingdom to run, Hadley. Geez. Judge much? "What kind of knight steals his friend's bride?" Sir William asks. Oh, I don't know. Maybe ... SIR LANCELOT, one of the most famous knights ever? I know about him and I only read, like, one book about it 14 years ago. I find it hard to believe that Sir William, lover of all things medieval, isn't aware. "You're not a knight," Hadley says gently; "you're just a guy." Is that supposed to make him feel better? "I want to be more than that," Sir William says. Great, so you're just a guy who plays dress-up. Anyway, speaking of back-stabbing, Sir William complains of a sharp pain in his back. Hadley looks and finds some more rash lurking there.