[Has Watson told everybody? Good grief. Give a teenager some privacy to recover from his traumatic eye extraction and the several broken bones in his chest, please.

He leans slightly more on the wall, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and breathing hard. He's not contagious, England--don't worry!

Kid very quickly looks both ways down the hall, shaking his head.]

Heard you singing all the way down the hall...it doesn't seem to change much. [He exhales, wheezing, before shaking his head.] Don't know about you, but I'm still very lost.