One patient down, yet not without a price. A large wound across his chest and his weapon being rendered unusable, to be exact. Normally the boy wouldn't have had a problem with it considering how the result was one of the idiot patients had finally gone down, yet now the other fools were growing bold. Never a good combination.

Fools.

Hisoka prepared to retaliate as the female crutch-throwing patient and the male patient he had burned moved to attack. Before any punch could be thrown though, the boy was thrown to the floor, his wounds jolting painfully from the impact as Tsuzuki attempted to rape protect him from further blows. Reacting quickly, Hisoka's eyes rolled backwards into his skull as his body slumped.

The perfect image of unconsciousness.

Remaining as such, Hisoka listened to all around him-- the thoughts, the voices, all-- as he began to prepare his next barrage of attacks and allowed himself to heal. Let them think him defeated, in all due time they would see otherwise.