The hospital smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. But Benjamin did not pay much attention to any of it, his phone clutched in his hand as he walked towards the reception with a smile on his face.
No one who saw him would have been able to judge his intentions.
"I'm here to see Adam Collins. I am his friend," he said to the nurse at the front desk who gave him a suspicious look. That was to be expected because of the murder attempt but he kept his face straight.
Within a moment, she shook her head with an unimpressed look at him," Mr. Collins' is in critical care. No visitors."
Benjamin's fingers tapped lightly on the counter and gave her a worried look, "Is there a doctor I could speak with? I just need a few minutes. It's important. His old grandfather is worried about him, and he cannot come here."
The nurse frowned. "Sir, if you're not family—"
