Arthur teleported back to the hospital. The room's white walls appeared in front of him, glancing at the bed where Charlotte usually lay, he found it empty.
His breath hitched. 'Where is she?' he thought, scanning the room frantically. His eyes darted toward the bathroom door.
'Maybe she's in there,' he reasoned, walking toward it with hurried steps. He knocked gently at first.
"Charlotte? Are you in there?"
Silence.
The silence gnawed at his nerves. He knocked again, louder this time. "Charlotte?" Still no answer.
A cold dread spread through his chest. 'I don't care. I'm going in,' he thought, twisting the doorknob open.
The bathroom was empty.
Arthur exhaled sharply, relief and confusion mixing in his mind. "Okay… maybe she's gone for tests or something," he muttered, stepping back into the room.
He flagged down a passing nurse. "Excuse me, where's Charlotte from Room 207?"
