Desmond looked back, seeing Luna was OK... It did something. He smiled, despite himself, and punched the wall, another small crater appearing. In his head he went through all the ways he could think of to make Nurse Phil pay... She was going to pay, so severely. He growled, as his body became completely black and his eyes, white orbs, narrowed. "If it's blood she's after, I'll spill plenty of hers." He then breathed a sigh and morphed back. He was a mess. His mind was all scattered, he couldn't put two coherent thoughts together. So who can really judge him for walking past his room, as he just wanders aimlessly, searching for a room he's already gone by. His eyelids drooped, he was so tired...