I don't see what's logical about it. [Prior glances up, a flicker of surprise to see Fitz here, but not so much that he questions it. God knows he has enough questions already.]

Who gets wine drunk in a hospital room? [His fingers are all red at the tips, even the ones that didn't get wet.] At least it should be something easier to sneak in.

[Prior sits back, and the red pools shrink to droplets, and from droplets evaporate into nothing, not even stains on the pristine white floor.]

In my head he's always just in the next room. That's why I call him.