Not a psychiatric ward

Meanwhile…

"Ugh…" A grunt escaped Tiger's mouth even before he opened his eyes. He held the side of his head, his eyes cracking open. The light that penetrated his eyes made him take his time before opening them completely. When his eyes finally adjusted to it, he furrowed his brows as he turned to his right. 

"What in the world…?" he muttered, turning to his left, only for his face to twitch. "Why in the world?"

"We're not in a psychiatric ward, so don't worry." Primo, who was sitting on the other bed, with his back resting against the headboard, reassured indifferently. "If you don't believe me, take that vase over there as an example. If we're in a psychiatric ward, they wouldn't leave anything that can be used as a weapon to hurt others or ourselves."