Senator of Dahrtag
It was the middle of a weekday. The halls of Oridin City Hospital on Fondor were bustling as usual, with doctors and nurses hurriedly moving from room to room.
A blond man dressed in scrubs walked with purpose down the corridor, carrying a tray of syringes. He deftly sidestepped a cleaning droid scrubbing the floor, then dodged a doctor jogging in the opposite direction, the hem of her white lab coat flapping behind her like a cape. They were in the ICU, where patients in critical condition were housed.
The man continued to make his way toward his destination: Room 1212, where the Senator of Dahrtag was being kept. Upon arriving at the door, he hesitated, glancing around him to see if anyone else was watching. Only then did he raise a hand to knock.
A blond man dressed in scrubs walked with purpose down the corridor, carrying a tray of syringes. He deftly sidestepped a cleaning droid scrubbing the floor, then dodged a doctor jogging in the opposite direction, the hem of her white lab coat flapping behind her like a cape. They were in the ICU, where patients in critical condition were housed.
The man continued to make his way toward his destination: Room 1212, where the Senator of Dahrtag was being kept. Upon arriving at the door, he hesitated, glancing around him to see if anyone else was watching. Only then did he raise a hand to knock.