"Not to let you pass out again before you ate something. On pain of a trip to the sickbay." And to call him, of course, but Bones had to know Felix would take that as optional. But making Jim eat? The conjurer's all in favor of that. If Jim sleeps without food he'll just get weaker and sleepier.

He pushes himself back on the floor and starts the process of clambering wearily to his feet. Then extends a hand to Jim. "...Come on, beloved. It's your turn to be looked after."