Michael, no! [A fight was what none of them needed right now - as tempting as it was to try to shake some damn sense into Tieria (How could he hurt Michael like this? Hurt both of them like this, even under a virus?), breaking his jaw wasn't likely to do anything but make this situation worse. Lockon moved as fast as he could with his lower body still entangled in blanket, grabbing Michael's wrist in one hand and Michael's other upper arm with his other hand, and holding him back with all his strength. He didn't have any breath to spare for Tieria just yet. He wasn't entirely sure he could trust himself not to follow Michael and shout yet anyway.]