Wilson ran a hand through his hair, mainly to smooth it out and fix it. "Losing your appetite is never good." It might have been something better not spoken, but it was the truth. "What happened?" He got the feeling it had either been something a nurse or another patient and said or done. If it was something that should be reported, he wanted to know.

The second question awarded Dias with a tilt of Wilson's head. "Well, I assume you know the basic reason. You mean more specifically?"