Menachem didn't care that he wasn't told. Who was he to demand any information on his brother that he hadn't bother to visit?

When his dishes were taken, he laid back and draped an arm over his face to try to relax. "Thanks doctor. I am sure you've got a lot to do. But you took the time for me. I appreciate it."

He heard a knock at the door before it began to open. He moved his arm to look and immediately narrowed closed his eyes again. It must have been a patient, he didn't recognize him.