Now that he was in solitary confinement, the door closed and the orderly out of his face, he was starting to re-think the whole assaulting another patient thing. But that was only because this was fucking boring. He'd spent more time in here over the last six months than he had anywhere else. He'd been in a lot of fights. He had a bad temper. That was why he was here, after all. It hardly seemed right that they would shut somebody up like this for doing what simply came natural to them.
Sitting on the cold, hard floor in the empty room, James was quiet for about as long as he could stand it, which probably wasn't really all that long in the grand scheme of things. He knew the other guy was in the room beside him, so he stood up and walked to the door where there was a small slit that he could barely see out of, but where his voice would carry better to the room next to his. "So how's your face doing over there, pretty boy?"