Malcolm bent his head and smiled at Will, but there was no friendliness behind it. "I trust your sleep was adequate?" he asked, though he didn't really care for the answer. Probably the last restful sleep you'll have for a while. It's never easy to really rest when the body is terribly injured, is it?"
Malcolm leaned off the wall and he breathed in heavily through his nose. "We moved you in here because we can't have you influencing that poor innocent girl any longer. She has a room of her own now too, of course." It was a lie, but Will wouldn't know that. "At least hers has a bed."