The same young nurse of Kusari origin in the same room was carefully taking the temperature of a girl somewhere in her middle twenties, sleeping in the bed at the side of room opposite to one where Shroud's place was. The girl's face was pale, with shadows under the eyes like and she looked terribly tired - even now, even sleeping on a drip.
Almost in the same second as Shroud opened the door, the nurse hushed at him and gestured to his new roommate, without a word expaining that he needs to be quiet because of young lady and her health. Then she motioned to the tray on the table at Shroud's bed and dissapeared in the doorway with a magic face. On the tray there were pills and sandwiches in boxes. Not the most healthy food, but suddenly, not a paste.
Shroud and girl were left in the room all alone with the exception of those little cameras built in the celling over every bed to observe the patients with ease.