“God, this is such a waste of time.” Officer Jacobs complained as he followed his partner out of their squad car. A composite held in his right hand, “We’ve been to how many hospitals and have we found this mutie?”
His partner, an Officer Robbins smirked and closed the door. “Gotta keep trying or the Captain will have our asses.” He slid his hat onto his head and began into the hospital’s doors, the two police officers making for the reception desk.
Their polished shoes clicked and clacked against the glossy floor underfoot and it wasn’t long until they were at the desk, speaking to the woman behind it. “Sorry to bother you but I don’t suppose you know if someone fitting this description was admitted?”
The nurse leaned forward, taking the composite from the officer’s hand and furrowed her brow. “Hey Chelle, doesn’t this look like the guy in room 101?” The composite was passed to the other woman who nodded her head, “Yeah …young guy, got out of surgery a day or so ago.”
Now the curious gaze turned to the officers who looked stunned at their search bearing fruit, “Why are you looking for him?”
“Clear this floor,” Officer Jacobs said urgently before he was radioing in for backup and his partner was moving steadily towards room 101.( All kinds of messed upCollapse )