forty six

Carlos bursts into the hospital, his hair dripping onto his already sodden shirt.

"Room 76?" He pants to the front desk, looming down at the woman.

She stares up at him blankly, chewing on her gum.

"Name and relation to the patient?" She drawls.

"My name is Carlos. Her name is Conrad Rosser. I'm her fiance," he bluffs, his irritation rising with every smack of gum.

He hates human spaces at the best of times, but human hospitals really bother him.

It's not only the risk of exposure that stresses him out, but also the noise and disorganisation.

"Fine. Turn left at the end of the hall, and keep walking. Look at the numbers; knock before you go in. She's on her own," she drones.

Carlos is gone like a bullet from a gun as soon as she finishes speaking, following her instructions until he's standing outside of the brown door.

He forgets to knock, walking in and coming face to face with a scowling lady.

"Out, knock first," she snaps.

Carlos blushes, turning on his heel, closing the door, and