Jerry hesitated even as Jat took his place, stepping forward as if he was crossing a pit of lava instead of simply walking over to a bed. He took his time unwinding the belt from his middle, actually struggling with the knot he had tied so tightly in his nervousness earlier. Taking a moment to fold the robe due to the fact that it seemed more polite rather than the fact of just dumping it on the floor- not to mention it gave him an excuse to put this off for a few moments- before crawling onto the bed and pulling the sheets up midchest. He didn't like to have them too far up right now, that reminded him of a dead body.

"Well," he mutters, closing his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see anything that would frighten him. "At least if I die, I'll have the blanket ready."

Shuddering at the thought, he took no notice of the bustle of people that suddenly seemed interested in him. After opening his eyes to get a good look at the sudden rush of movement of noise, he'd see some sort of covering was placed over his nose and mouth- he remembered it as something he'd see on TV when people couldn't breath or were very injured- and instantly began to panic. Counting backwards from 10 in order to soothe himself, he'd force himself to stay still, reaching 2 when everything went dark and quiet.