Watson refrained from pointing out that they all probably felt that they weren't meant to be there - the sane ones because they truly weren't, the crazy because of whatever delusions had brought them inside. The 'asleep' response, though? That sounded familiar. Her story was like his own and, because of it, he believed this girl.
"I was asleep too. I was in the back of a van, and then I blacked out." John smiled what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "You know, it does them no good to hold us any longer than is necessary. There's the expense, for one thing, and why hold healthy people when the ill need the spaces?"
They were the words of comfort that Watson had been repeating to himself since he'd arrived. The doctors weren't idiots. "We're probably just here for observation. A few days, and we'll be out."