Fisher was keeping a low profile, keeping his head down, keeping himself contained at night. After what had happened with James, Fisher didn't want to do anything to piss the guy off. James was his only hope for any kind of hook-up in this place, and while he didn't know what he'd done to anger the man, he had a feeling he might have blown his chance. But just in case, Fisher stayed out of James' way when and if he saw him, and didn't make noise at night. The nurses had been suprised that he sat in the middle of his mattress, curled up, playing solitaire with the Old Maid cards. He even had conversations, though none of them with real people.
So when night came and Fisher was settled on his bed, dominoes this time, he was shocked as hell when who else but James McCafferty came strolling in. Eyes wide, he watched as the smooth talker delivered the soda and strolled out, giving Fisher a look. A look? And it wasn't even an angry look, it was... positive. Like secretive. It sent a chill down down his spine. Better still, he'd done something to the door, slipped something on the lock. Was that... tape? Fisher curled up, hugging his knees to his chest. Whatever James had planned, it was interesting, and Fisher could almost ignore the guy in the room hanging from the ceiling by his nightgown. Almost.
It took about an hour for something to happen, right when Fisher had started thinking that maybe nothing was going on. He'd had an hour to wonder, to assume the worst, to think of the hundred different things that James might be planning to do to him. Oh shit, was this how Fisher was going to die? Kind of an elaborate plan, but James didn't have much to do in this place. He had been in the middle of concocting a very grisly death for himself when suddenly the plastic soda bottle clattered to the floor, half its contents spilling. The nurse was down, passed out, mouth hanging open like she was drunk. Fisher stared at her a minute, motionless, just in case she sprang up again. She didn't.
Crawling off his bunk, Fisher snapped his fingers, but still she didn't stir. Walking carefully on the balls of his feet, he crept to the door, pulling it open easily. And came face to face with a handsome, smirking face. "Jesus!" he shrieked, jumping almost out of his skin.