"Dammit." Scar hit his fist against the table, still watching for the patients filing in. He sat down, breath nearly shaky. And Lingormr wasn't a likely person to die. He was too goddamn strong.

Frank, though...

Frank had been ill. And he had been transforming into a beast these past few nights, had he not? What it one of the patients had killed him off by accident? If so, why had he not woken up with Scar? As if on cue, Lingormr entered the cafeteria. Scar sat back down with a deep scowl to hide his worry.

"I apologize."