The elevator door opened and Steve looked around. He wasn't sure which floor Jill had gone to for her coffee, and didn't know the hospital well enough to know where it was himself. He stepped out of the elevator and walked up to the desk. "Excuse me, is there coffee on this floor?" he asked.
The lady at the desk grinned, which was a bit creepy. "You're in the morgue, sweety. I know they say the coffee tastes like death, but it ain't down here," she said.
"Oh, thanks then," said Steve. He turned and headed back to the elevator.
"I got my own pot down here if you want some," she called out to him.
"No thanks, lady, I don't smoke." The elevator door closed, and Steve felt proud of himself. He'd said no to drugs, like his dad had always told him to do. He'll be so proud, he thought.
The elevator went up a floor, and the doors opened to reveal the main entrance. He was back on the main floor. He stepped out and looked around, hoping to find Jill. Instead, he noticed Claire's doctor heading out. He chased after him. "Hey, wait!" he said.
The doctor turned around, looking like he was in a hurry. "What is it?" he asked.
Steve caught his breath. "Have you seen the lady that was with Claire?" he asked.
"Claire?"
"Yeah, Claire, you just put a cast on her leg?" said Steve. Wasn't even an hour ago, how would someone forget that fast, he thought.
"Oh yes, the young lady with the police woman," said the doctor.
I guess Jill told him she was a cop, thought Steve. "I've been trying to find her, have you seen her?"
The doctor shook his head. "No but I've also been trying to find her. I need help with something," he said.
"Oh, that sucks. Well, good luck then!" said Steve, and he turned towards the elevator.
"Young man, wait! Would you be so kind as to help me then? I'm in a bit of a hurry and I fear I won't find the young officer in time," said the doctor.
Steve stopped and looked back at him. "I guess so. I don't think they want me up there too long anyways. Everyone's been acting weird since this morning," he said.
"Well thank you. It won't take long," said the doc.
Steve followed him out to the parking lot. "What do you need help with, anyways?" he asked.
The doctor opened the back door of his van. One of those traditional white vans usually used for businesses. "I have several boxes of files in here that I have to take up to my office. My daughter has a concert tonight and wants to use the van for her drums and equipment," he said.
"Drums? That's awesome! I wish I had drums," said Steve. He followed the doctor into the van and looked around. "It's dark in here. Where are the boxes?" he asked.
Something hit him in the head hard, and he felt the massive pain for about three seconds before hitting the floor and fading out into unconsciousness.
