"Excuse me." Adam walked up to what he hoped was the right desk. "Do you speak English?"
"No hablo, Señor." The young man shook his head apologetically.
"I speak English." A woman in pink scrubs walked up. "How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a patient. Jordi Palacios."
"Si. Un momento." The woman typed something into the desk computer.
After a moment she picked up the phone and dialed a number. Adam didn't bother trying to eavesdrop, his Spanish was embarrassingly bad and the woman spoke very rapidly.
"Señor, are you Dr McAndrew?"
"Yes."
"Take the elevator to the fourth floor, they will be waiting for you."
"Thank you." Adam had to force himself not to sprint across the lobby. A thousand ideas had been running through his head since he got the phone call. He had been told basically nothing and it was driving him crazy.
"Dr McAndrew?" A women in maroon scrubs was waiting when the doors opened.
"Yes. Are you Mrs, Señora Leon?"
"Si. Thank you for coming." The nurse gestured towards what appeared to be a lounge area. "Why don't we"
"Señora I'm sure you have your procedures but I really need to see Jordi." Adam cut her off.
"Jordi is fine."
"I'm sure he is, but I'm not. I've been in a near panic since you called."
His half pleading received a nod. "I can't have you disturbing him but I suppose there is no harm in letting you see that he's in one piece."
"Thank you."
"And then perhaps a coffee?"
"That sounds wonderful, Señora."
"Please call me Isabella."
"Adam"
Adam followed Isabella down a hallway to a small dimly lit room. Looking at Jordi asleep in the bed, Adam realized he was holding his breath. He let out a sigh as he glanced at the familiar numbers on the bed side monitor, the IV in Jordi's arm. He wasn't intubated, just a nasal feed, so whatever it was couldn't be that bad.
Adam nodded and walked out of the room.
"Where's Jordi's grandmother? I would think she'd insist on staying with him."
"That is why I called you. Alma Leon passed away last night."