As harrowing as his own night had been, the events of what had happened and what horrible transformation might await him come nightfall weighing heavily on his mind, the Scarecrow couldn't help but worry for his roommate who had been taken for experimentation. His nurse insisted he calm down as he headed for his room, his pace as fevered as his body- Mr. MacAuley wasn't going anywhere, she assured.
The Scarecrow ignored her for a moment, pushing the door open, his entire frame trembling from the illness that still wore on him. The other bed was empty, and while he didn't want to jump to an awful conclusion, that's just what the Scarecrow did.
"Where's Skulduggery?" he asked, voice rough from his sore throat.
"I already told you, Mr. Howard," the nurse answered, handing him his dinner tray. "He'll be along shortly. Now you eat some of this and get some rest. You'll need your strength, and remember that tomorrow is another day."
With an encouraging smile, she left him there, closing the door behind him. He wasn't too worried about tomorrow- it was tonight that had him concerned.
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The Scarecrow ignored her for a moment, pushing the door open, his entire frame trembling from the illness that still wore on him. The other bed was empty, and while he didn't want to jump to an awful conclusion, that's just what the Scarecrow did.
"Where's Skulduggery?" he asked, voice rough from his sore throat.
"I already told you, Mr. Howard," the nurse answered, handing him his dinner tray. "He'll be along shortly. Now you eat some of this and get some rest. You'll need your strength, and remember that tomorrow is another day."
With an encouraging smile, she left him there, closing the door behind him. He wasn't too worried about tomorrow- it was tonight that had him concerned.