The visiting hours were almost over by the time Tristan drove to the hospital. He hurried to get inside in time—there was enough security in the building to make getting past them illegally quite troublesome. The last thing he wanted was to start anything loud in a hospital packed with civilians.
By that point Tristan had changed his identity to the criminal one, though, so he was ready to do it if he really needed to.
The only free receptionist out of three in the main hall looked at him and the world with palpable exhaustion. The hall itself was crowded with visitors even at the late hour. People wanting to see doctors in the last hours before they stopped working, people who were asking about their loved ones in the patient rooms, and visitors who were just leaving.
'Nelson and Asher were definitely not the only people admitted here,' Tristan thought.
