What. 

What.

- he is not fainting- okay he is maybe fainting a little- and then potentially being eaten by- no he is not fainting- did the doctor just get- is the patient astral projecting as a cannibalistic slime monster- should he touch the patient- no he shouldn't look at what happened to that poor soul-

He should really do something brave but he is instead going to run full speed down the hall, shrieking.

Nurses watch him suspiciously! Some run past him to the formerly slime-covered room.

He would warn them about the slime monster, but he's a little busy being terrified out of his wits, thank you very much, please call again later.

Several hallways later, his bansidhe imitation wavers to nothing, and he ceases running, leaning against a nearby wall, taking out his phone, and calling Marcus. Ring, ring, ring-

"Hey?"

"I found something!" he says, faux-brightly, a quaver in his voice.

"- what happened?"

"There was this- I saw a room with a- there was slime all over the walls, and the person looked dead, and the doctor was panicking, and then the doctor was consumed in an algic vortex that may have been some sort of weird astral projection. And then I ran away shrieking like a five-year old girl who'd also been lit on fire."

"... I guess that shouldn't really surprise me."

"I can't actually see whatever dramatic expression you're making to accompany that meaningful pause, you know. This isn't Skype."

"I do know that perfectly well. A man just- take this seriously, please."

"That's my line, but sure- and we should call Danny. "

"I was going to ask for his number but, um. I rather figured it wouldn't be appropriate."

"And I was kind of busy napping, yeah. We can probably find him somewhere in here."

"In good hope, I suppose. I'll call you if I find him?"

"Sure."

And they commence searching.

Danny is not hard to find. He's having a whispered argument with an orderly in the hallway, which he abandons when he sees Marcus approaching.

"Hey. Any luck?"

He absently takes out his phone and texts Caden their hallway number when he sees Danny.

"Define 'luck'. Caden called, said that he saw a doctor get eaten by a slime storm- at least I think that's what an 'algic vortex' is, he probably wasn't talking about the language family- and that there was a dead guy involved."

"That's awful news, but I guess it's more than we knew before. Is it spreading?"

"He didn't say."

"Text him and let's go. We shouldn't be here when they find the body."

"- you know, I didn't even think of the possibility that we might become murder suspects, huh. Yeah, I'm on it."

He texts Caden (-change of plans, just go to the car-), and starts briskly walking towards the front.

No one stops them. Everyone is a little distracted by whatever's happening with the green slime? One nurse is excitedly calling a reporter.

And so they uneventfully reach the car- Caden is only about thirty seconds behind them- and they drive away, with Caden elaborating on the details of his horrifying little escapade as they go.

"It looks like we were all pretty lucky. I wouldn't really call that a superpower."