Bruno accepted the capsules from the nurse and washed them down with water.
“Thanks. I’d rather rest a bit. I must have unconsciously piled up quite a lot of tension.”
“So I gather,” Morrissey said drily. “Well, here’s the bell-cord. Anything else?”
“Just rest.” Bruno hesitated. “Oh—one thing.” He extended his arm. “Pinch it.”
Morrissey stared and chuckled.
“Still not sure you’re awake? I can assure you you are, Doctor. I’m not going to jump out of the window. And it’s still night, you’ll notice.”
When Bruno didn’t move, Morrissey pinched up a fold of the other’s forearm between thumb and finger.
“Ouch!” Bruno said. “Thanks.”
“Any time,” Morrissey said cheerfully. “Get some rest now. I’ll be back.”