"Fuck you, I'm not turning green. I know enough about humans to know that much." He gave his sleeve an unnecessary yank back down over where he'd been stuck, glaring back down at his food tray. It still didn't look any more appealing, even though he knew it wasn't likely to cause him any real harm. (He had the injection to worry about for that.)

Ishida could be wrong. It really could just be a precaution against some bug going around among the patients. But then his roommate was also the one who'd been dragged off to have who-knows-what done to him the previous night, so if there was anyone who'd know what they staff was capable of, it would be him.

Worrying about this place was bad enough in general, but now he had even more cause for concern. Great.

"So what were you planning on doing tonight anyway? Granted I don't turn into some kind of human munching monster and eat you first." The sad thing was that this was an honest fear of his.