The nurse seemed to understand right away that Skulduggery wasn't particularly in the mood for talking, which was honestly refreshing. He'd spent most of the day after breakfast in silence; there wasn't any reason to change that now. Especially when he still wasn't sure if he had complete control over his own mental faculties.
The assurance that nothing would happen during the day did astonishingly little to help.
It wasn't until they approached the room door that Skulduggery remembered the last time he'd seen the Scarecrow. He'd been planning to stay and make sure the Scarecrow didn't slowly transform into a horrible monster, but that plan had pretty clearly fallen through. So what happened last night, in his absence? Would he step inside to find a new roommate?
No. Nothing happened, apparently. Or at least, nothing of the transforming-into-a-horrible-monster variety. It was a very small relief, in the face of everything, but it was something. You had to take the small mercies where you could find them.
The Scarecrow was still sick, though. The rash hadn't gone away. Tonight, barring any other surprises, was going to be interesting - and probably wasn't going to do anything to improve the way things had been going. With a silent apology to Rita, who would probably be kept waiting again tonight, Skulduggery nodded to his roommate from the doorway. "You're not feeling any better, I take it?"
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The assurance that nothing would happen during the day did astonishingly little to help.
It wasn't until they approached the room door that Skulduggery remembered the last time he'd seen the Scarecrow. He'd been planning to stay and make sure the Scarecrow didn't slowly transform into a horrible monster, but that plan had pretty clearly fallen through. So what happened last night, in his absence? Would he step inside to find a new roommate?
No. Nothing happened, apparently. Or at least, nothing of the transforming-into-a-horrible-monster variety. It was a very small relief, in the face of everything, but it was something. You had to take the small mercies where you could find them.
The Scarecrow was still sick, though. The rash hadn't gone away. Tonight, barring any other surprises, was going to be interesting - and probably wasn't going to do anything to improve the way things had been going. With a silent apology to Rita, who would probably be kept waiting again tonight, Skulduggery nodded to his roommate from the doorway. "You're not feeling any better, I take it?"