Vlad had winced at the alarm, then glared up at the ceiling in general distaste as he was led back to his room by one of the nurses. She was telling him how good he'd been, again as though he were mentally retarded instead of insane. At least the alarm shut up eventually, and he smiled politely at the nurse and agreed what a terrible business all of that had been.

Soon they were back at what the nurse called 'his' room, although it was far too sparse and the furniture too cheap (although sturdy) for his tastes. Two cots... he'd never shared a room back during his years in the hospital, it had been too unclear whether his condition might be contagious. In fact, come to think of it, the last time he'd shared a room had been in college with Jack Fenton. Hopefully, if a roommate appeared, he'd be at least a bit more bearable company.

Not to mention, hopefully he wouldn't be sedated. Vlad could stand to speak to someone a bit more informed and possibly more observant than Daniel.