It was getting more and more awkward by the second now. With nothing to talk about, sitting next to the man who had a vendetta against his own father and an obsession with his mother felt just plain wrong. Well, being within fifty feet of him was always wrong because of the reasons he usually breached the fifty-foot-range. This time, Vlad was being fatherly again. Sometimes, he thought he preferred the Vlad who was hellbent on killing him and his family (except for his mom, of course).

It was just his luck that there was a distraction at that moment. Turning his head around, he expected to see the same guy who was shouting about the moon earlier to be causing some more commotion. No, instead, it seemed to be a full-scale fight. "Whoa," he said simply, stunned into silence by the sheer amount of patients and staff getting involved. Danny decided he was going to stay far, far away from that group--he could spot some of the nurses with needles. The last thing he wanted was to have a nurse inject him with something. Especially since he couldn't be sure what those were--maybe sedatives, but there was a chance that it was something else entirely.