"Right. I will go check their rooms, if we are lucky it might hint at where they went. It would certainly be fortunate if they had just been hiding under the bed the whole time, or some other such silliness. Thank you for your assistance, doctor."
Go check ze the Urgent Care Unit for any signs of magically stuff.
"Happy to help""I'll be accompanying Dr. Strange and we'll give the room a once-over ourselves. If you'll forgive me for saying, losing two possibly infectious patients the day after they're brought in doesn't shine well on the competence of your staff, director." Dr. Ivers says, with a less-than-sincere smile. He proceeds to leave with Dr. West to search the ICU room.
At this, the director's previously neutral expression lowers itself into a slight frown, eyebrows furrowing as she mutters to herself in German.
"Yes. Of course."Neil gives an apologetic half-smile to Dr. Germany.
He's always like that. Including acting like the rest of us without medical doctorates don't exist.
He then sets off in the direction of the ICU room, so as not to miss anything important.
Unless otherwise specified, JJ follows the party. Even when they ignore his suggestions.
Director Vahlen has no further comment as the rest of the group funnels out of the room.
The director wasn't wrong; the ICU isn't far away at all. Further, the crowd seems to have moved away from the patient rooms, leaving the five of you to search them relatively uninterrupted.
Justin's room is the first you come by. In the center sits the patient's bed, rumbled and unmade. Bits of white bandage and blood spatter the otherwise pristine white bedsheets, and family memorabilia cover just about every flat surface available. There are pictures, "get well soon" cards, action figures, and the like on every table, every chair. In the far corner of the room, next to the bed, sits a black-haired woman looking to be in her thirties. Her head is in her hands, and she is crying uncontrollably.
Arthur's room is just a couple doors down. Unlike Justin's room, there is little to indicate that there was ever anyone occupying this room besides the unmade bed, again spattered with bits of white bandage and drops of dried blood. Off in the corner of the room lies a metal grate, which appears to fit perfectly into the small air vent right behind it.