((Continuing from
here in room M79.))
"Woah, woah, woah," Woody cut in the moment that brief, yet very, very disconcerting message was finished. What did they have in store for everyone? Why couldn't they just go to sleep like people in a normal hospital did? The staff tried to act like everything was peachy during the day! Would it have been so hard to actually keep that up at night, too?
"What was that about just now?" He turned to Wally, wanting answers that actually made sense and didn't include anything about monsters. "Does he seriously say things like that every night?" By now the food sat practically forgotten on his plate, but Woody wasn't sure how someone could think of food at a time like this.
Some part of him hoped that maybe this was some twisted prank played on some of the more...imaginative patients in order to get them worked up over things that weren't there. If that was the case, then maybe he could still take it easy and not let himself worry so much over things that didn't have anything to do with his getting back home. But the longer he stayed here, the more he was starting to realize that thoughts like that were the result of wishful thinking.