Zelgadis felt a strange mixture of groggy and overly alert-- his mind was half-occupied with last night's events but also very concerned that he was being watched by last night's tormentor.

He almost jumped when someone sat next to him but realized it was just another patient. Well not exactly "just"-- the man had previously made an attempt on his eye's with plastic utensils.

As thought through a thick fog he heard the man's question. He half-mumbled a non-answer that he hoped sounded positive.