The hallway bustles with activity as nurses, doctors, and patients prepare for the day.
No one is paying much attention to each other. The routine is familiar, the faces unremarkable.
Nothing to see here.
The hospital bustles with activity.
At one point, they hear arguing outside the door.
Well, Topher is still decompressing over what happend to Izakin and Temple is still checking things.
Sovie tries to overhear.
A man with a soft, gentle voice speaks angrily, insisting that any intruders should be treated as threats, until they can properly contain them.
Sovie backs away slowly and waits until Temple can interrupt his work and passes him a note explaining what she heard. The note is written in an ancient Elan language and Sovie is using her magic to allow Temple to read.
Temple reads the note. "I will improve the wards accordingly."
He starts fiddling with the wards so they will filter drugs in the air and grant more generalized protection.
Ezra is currently duplicating Izakin's memories to himself in case the drug has some weird effect. He tries very hard not to think about what would've happened if he had been drugged. How long are they left alone?
That is enough for Temple to have a draft to the improved ward, but not long enough to just implement it. What happens after four hours?
Sovie looks down at him. "Uh, I don't remember being referred as patient."
Okay, just hearing the word "patient" causes the air around Ezra to chill considerably.
"Until you've been confirmed uninfected, you're my patients, or you're a threat to the survival of our species."
His cane taps against the door as he steps inside.
"If I remember correctly, they were gouged out by a rather frustrating man."
"Either you convince me you don't need treatment, or you accept treatment."
"Convince you? I was under the impression the fungus was something testable."
"It's a bit difficult to examine a memetic hazard, but yes, we can test for it in certain cases."