[It's already on his notes that he might be suffering from some sort of psychosis or paranoia with the way he's been ranting about people after him, or people with bombs, or-- well, all sorts. This new almost catatonia doesn't help him shake that impression and the doctor, after taking a skin culture gently from his back, goes off to consult with the psychiatric team to arrange an evaluation.
John is left alone.
Or, at least, he's left alone until around four in the morning, when all but the necessary lights for working have been dimmed and most of the other patients are asleep, when Molly pads into his room. She's wearing bunny rabbit patterned pyjamas with bunny slippers (which also have a design of oddly sharp teeth), and is holding her cast protectively to her chest.]
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John is left alone.
Or, at least, he's left alone until around four in the morning, when all but the necessary lights for working have been dimmed and most of the other patients are asleep, when Molly pads into his room. She's wearing bunny rabbit patterned pyjamas with bunny slippers (which also have a design of oddly sharp teeth), and is holding her cast protectively to her chest.]
John?
[Quiet, tentative.]
Are you awake?