Wait, Rose. I'll go instead. If you're still sick you really don't need to be running around like this.

[He crosses the room as quickly as he can, reaching the door before her and slipping out of it before she has a chance to.]

I'll be right back.

[He disappears into the hallway, closing the door after him with a small snap. He takes a few steps down the hallway before a thought hits him and he doubles back, calling through the door:]

...and move the bed in front of the door if you have to! Seriously, don't just use a chair.