Pushing the door slowly open, he slipped inside and closed it part way behind him. Making a slight face at the smell of sickness and death that was stronger in all the rooms, he quickly put on a bright smile and moved toward her. Though the smile quickly faded as he noticed how she had not touched any of her food. He tried to stop his mind from saying nasty mean things, but the small good side of his brain wasn't any match for the louder, crueler side. "May I ask what is wrong with your food that you did not eat it?" His tone was a bit forced, but most of the bite was out of it at least. What he really wanted to ask was what was wrong with her that she did not want to eat such delicious food. Though the accuracy of such a question was lost on him for the moment.<br/><br/>His eyes scanned the room, taking it in. The heart monitor. The IVs. The girl laying there in bed looking quite malnourished now that he took a few minutes to study her. Maybe this was the reason why she did not eat. She had an eating disorder probably! Lasagna did not voice this out loud however as he still wasn't quite sure. He had wondered the hospital and did not quite know what wing he had ended up in so he could not be completely sure of the girl's medical condition.