Who: Schreber and Rose What: Continuing the conversation. Where: The courtyard. Warnings: Probably PG.
It wasn't far to the courtyard. Truth be told, Schreber would have preferred to meet in the library or somewhere on the grounds, but he didn't know his way around yet - and who knew? Perhaps he had been corresponding with someone not allowed outside. As for the library, it was on the third floor. He had not yet attempted to climb the two flights of stairs, but he would rather not have arrived to speak to someone - potentially a rather excitable someone, from the sound of it - winded and sore.
The courtyard itself was nice enough. When he limped his way into the courtyard, he realized for the first time how pale he'd become in the past year. Going out was unpleasant and nothing of any real significance happened during the day anyway - he had had no real friends, no romantic interests, no reason not to work endless night-shifts in the hospital and sleep through the daylight hours.
There was nothing to be done about it. Schreber knew he didn't cut an impressive figure. Appearances hardly mattered - the mind was what really mattered, especially in this place. Settling uneasily onto a bench, he glanced around the open yard. So. He was a waiting for a mad-woman.