[It was automatic, an out-of-body experience. He landed and no sooner had his shoes touched the floor did he make his long strides into the hospital. He smelled the cleaning solution and so many white walls, and wanted to turn and walk right back out again.

Instead he swallowed it down, and stopped at the front desk. The poor receptionist had to put up with a man trying to keep his cool; they wouldn't sit in the seats and wait when nobody else was here. If there was a doctor, a nurse practitioner, anyone available who could see his mate- girlfriend, that would be fuckin' stellar, okay?

Symptoms? ...Nausea, body changes outside the norm. Discomfort. Fatigue. At least, that's what he was getting from the link. But rather than listen to the urgency to sit down and wait until they were called, he opted to pace. He... didn't wanna set her down, didn't want to sit and be stuck with his own thoughts, let alone have her be stuck with hers. They were a pair of worrywarts, that's for sure...]

It's gonna be fine. Whatever's goin' on, these guys'll get to the bottom of it. And then I'll do my part to help you get better, yeah?