It occurred to Skulduggery, as his nurse led him back to the room blocks, that despite the relatively medium-sized number of people milling around the Sun Room all day, there were a couple of familiar faces he hadn't seen. After a moment of contemplation, he turned to the nurse.
"You've been stalking me," he began, "as per your job description, correct?"
She frowned. "I wouldn't use the word 'stalking,' Erik-"
"So you know everyone I've spoken to. Have any of them been discharged?"
His nurse paused for a second, and then gave him a patronizing and entirely unappreciated gentle smile. "Mr. Theo Savalas was released this morning," she answered. "Do you remember him?"
Skulduggery shook his head. He doubted anyone here paid much attention to their supposed 'real' names. "When did I meet him?"
"During brunch yesterday. I'm so sorry. It looked like you two were getting along well."
Ah. Detective Tyrell Badd. The news quieted Skulduggery for the rest of the walk. He hadn't met many people here, and although he'd only talked with Badd for less than an hour, the familiar pain of losing a comrade underscored his thoughts once again. The fact that he'd met another detective today, however, at least boded well for the future.
The Scarecrow wasn't there this time when Skulduggery was left alone with his chicken dinner. After eyeing it warily for a few moments, Skulduggery left it in the center of his roommate's desk and sat down cross-legged on his own bed. Despite the hunger that was now painfully twisting his insides, the memory of what had happened at lunch was still a little too fresh in his mind.
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"You've been stalking me," he began, "as per your job description, correct?"
She frowned. "I wouldn't use the word 'stalking,' Erik-"
"So you know everyone I've spoken to. Have any of them been discharged?"
His nurse paused for a second, and then gave him a patronizing and entirely unappreciated gentle smile. "Mr. Theo Savalas was released this morning," she answered. "Do you remember him?"
Skulduggery shook his head. He doubted anyone here paid much attention to their supposed 'real' names. "When did I meet him?"
"During brunch yesterday. I'm so sorry. It looked like you two were getting along well."
Ah. Detective Tyrell Badd. The news quieted Skulduggery for the rest of the walk. He hadn't met many people here, and although he'd only talked with Badd for less than an hour, the familiar pain of losing a comrade underscored his thoughts once again. The fact that he'd met another detective today, however, at least boded well for the future.
The Scarecrow wasn't there this time when Skulduggery was left alone with his chicken dinner. After eyeing it warily for a few moments, Skulduggery left it in the center of his roommate's desk and sat down cross-legged on his own bed. Despite the hunger that was now painfully twisting his insides, the memory of what had happened at lunch was still a little too fresh in his mind.