Cliff raised an eyebrow. "And that doesn't strike you as odd?"

How was he going to explain this one? If he already admitted some of the other patients had mentioned nightshift, did he really expect Cliff to believe it was some kind of group delusion? He had a bandage peeking out from the end of his sleeve to prove his arm had been sliced the night before as well as a number of small abrasions from the splinters and bruises from just about everything else. No matter how ingenious some of the patients were, they couldn't have done that with a pen or even a proper knife. Cliff wasn't a lightweight, even the information on his file said as much.