So, we finally give the guy enough Ativan to get him to stay on the bed and to sit through an entire head CT without trying to grab his junk (it took about 3 attempts). We finally finish up, and wheel him back to his room. I'm talking to his primary nurses as we're hooking him up to the monitor and she mentions that his brother must have gone home. Just as she's saying this, I turn around to see the patient's brother and friend in the empty room right across the hall. The patients brother is dancing to one of the music channels on the TV, doing what appears to be the robot with the call light in his hand. His friend is sitting in a chair right in front of him, staring at the wall without blinking. Family of winners, these guys.