The locks in this place were a joke. Maybe the point wasn't to actually keep the patients contained, but to make them have to pick locks for the sheer inconvenience. It was loud enough that, if those nurses hadn't been jabbering on like they were, he would have been caught. Luck was in his favor tonight.
Tumblers finally falling into proper place, a grin spread over Fisher's lips as he turned the knob easily and let himself into James' room. Shutting the door carefully, he looked over the sleeping form on the bed, debating. Part of him was afraid to wake the man for fear of incuring his wrath, part of him was anxious to get his coke back. Part of him wanted to stand there and just watch him breathe. Biting his lip, he gave another moment's pause before he walked slowly over to James, pulling the bag of gummy bears out of his scrub pants pocket. Standing beside the bed, Fisher gently uncurled one of James' loose fists and placed the rolled up bag in it, closing the slender fingers around the cellophane. And then he started back toward the door, bare feet silent on the tiled floor. He'd come to James this time, as promised.