3 in the room...

He brushed her hair away from her faced and let his fingers run through it.
He could feel she was burning up. It must be awful.
If just they had some medicine. If not to cure her, then at least to make her feel better. It hurt him to see her like that. Especially when he couldn't do anything. And that bastard was just watching, without doing anything to help.

She was so tired, so incredibly tired... And she was feeling still so sick and so down... so, when the sleep came, she could do nothing but fall into it... Still hugged to SInbad, resting her head on his chest: in the sleep she seemed even more pale, like a ghost...

Sinbad could feel how Meg's breath changed slightly as she fell asleep.
For a while he just sat with her in his arms. He still couldn't believe it. Was this really the end for her?
He gently moved Meg so she laid down. He figured it might be more comfortable for her than sitting up. Even if it saddened him to let go of her.
She looked so pale, so fragile. And yet still so beautiful.
For a while he just sat by her side and watched her sleep.

He turned his back to her and looked at the camera.
"And you are just sitting in your stupid little room, doing absolutely nothing," he said in an angry tone.
"You could do something about this. You could change this," he shouted at the camera as he slammed his hand down the mattress. He hit the empty plate by accident, which fell down and broke in half. He put his head in his hands.
"You could at least try to do something about it, you jerk," he mumbled to himself.