[Linneus had only been checking on patients - 'making rounds' they said was the term - and caught he startles, pulled back by her hand. His own comes too, not to pry loose her grip but to cover gently. At least he's able to keep his voice low, as he speaks]
Miss...?
[he hadn't caught her name, though he had seen her around - her tall frame, the colour of her hair. She had been doing quite well, so far as he had heard... but then a number of the patients had taken a turn, as of late.
I
Miss...?
[he hadn't caught her name, though he had seen her around - her tall frame, the colour of her hair. She had been doing quite well, so far as he had heard... but then a number of the patients had taken a turn, as of late.
His covering hand gives a gentle squeeze]
You should be sleeping, miss.