As bad as it was to have friends disappear, he felt worse knowing that it was happening to others as well. Sasuke seemed alright, but he must be dealing with losses of his own.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he assured the other, then considered the question carefully before answering, right hand playing with the little plastic fork as he sat on the bed.

"One last night, one the night before. The first was an enemy of mine, killed by another patient here. And last night, it was a friend, someone I met my first day here. I don't know much about it, but I think I'll be attending the memorial service for him tonight."