It was pretty hard to imagine how the woman had managed to do that to her arm, but Wilson had seen a good amount of odd injuries while here. He'd asked the nurses about it and they had told him about some of the brawls that had broken out, mainly in the cafeteria. It still seemed rather extreme, but Wilson also realized that some of these people weren't just insane; they were also criminals.

He doubted the woman had done that to herself, so it did make him worry about what kind of trouble she'd gotten into. He was about to ask her if it was set properly or if he should give it a look, but that was when she started in on her own question.

Wilson listened to her description, but he knew from the start that he wasn't going to be able to help her. His access to any information about patients that weren't assigned to him was limited (read: nonexistent). Once she'd finished, he gave her a slightly pained look. He wished he could help, but...

"They actually don't give me access to much of anything, so I don't know who is or isn't in the infirmary. The only information I have is about my own patients, and I don't think a Manny Calavera is one of them." His expression was apologetic now, and it wasn't forced. It was tough to worry about a friend.