The woman lying on the hospital bed did not appear fully lucid. He looked at the clipboard with this patient’s information. “Hello, Jane. How are you feeling?” She didn’t respond. He looked over the information. He wasn’t sure why he had been paged, since it seemed she had already been looked after; as much as she could be, in any case. Before he could try again or find who had paged him and see what this was about, a man stormed into the curtained-off room, almost taking the curtain with him. “Doctor!” he cried Bill took a step back. He quickly glanced at the man’s wrists for a weapon or signs he escaped restraints, but saw neither. And the man was wearing street clothes. “Can I help you?” “God, I hope so!” He coughed and Bill caught a whiff of something sweet. “My daughter, you’ve gotta help her.” “If she’s been admitted, someone will—”
