James had been listening for it. And when he was sure that enough time had passed for it to be safe, he was on his feet and out his door, opening and closing it as quietly as he could so as not to rouse the other patients. The last thing he needed were these loons yelling about him being out in the hallway. The nurse at the nurses' station may have been out, but that didn't mean that there weren't other ears not too far off that could possibly hear something.
He was standing outside of the other man's door, waiting for something to happen. He heard the bottle drop and he grinned, listening as he waited for the timid man to make his way from the bed to the door where he was waiting. He hadn't expected him to shriek like that, however, and a rough hand was clasped over his mouth as the other pulled him forward, eyes darting in the direction of the nurse who snorted a little and then went right back to snoring, James relaxing his grip after a moment before finally letting him go.
"I told you I'd come up with something." His voice was just as calm and arrogant as it had ever been, even when it was lowered to just above a whisper. "Follow me," he added before turning to walk the few feet it took to get to his room.
Door was closed behind Fisher once he'd entered the other man's room before James crossed over to the bed, room dimly lit by the light of the moon. "He didn't have much," he explained. "Though he's expecting to have something better after this weekend." Mattress was pushed up on the frame and an arm reached around to find a secret hole from which he pulled out a small bag of fine white powder. "This..." He tossed the bag onto the bed, stark against the dark color of his blanket. "Is all he had."