The hospital is busy tonight.
Granted, Adrian thinks as he strides in, the hospital is always busy. But on this evening in particular, all the beds are full - the ER nurses are running to and fro, frantic.
He wonders how many people were caught in the crossfire tonight. He wonders if there is any life that has been lost - any life that he could have saved, perhaps, if he were smarter or faster, more infallible.
"Excuse me, may I...?"
Adrian tried to ask a nurse, but he was brushed off in favor of another patient. They had already texted Asher, Irish and Charles earlier - none have replied.
Now, he fears the worst.
"Edward..." he called and turned around.
"Have you received anything yet?"
Edward checks the phone and shakes his head. Adrian frowns, his heart constricting in his chest.
"President Millicent!"
