INT. - ST. BONIFACE HOSPITAL - AFTERNOON
Kinsey pulled into the underground parking at St. Boniface, hitting the brakes on her convertible a bit too hard as she steered into an empty spot on the second level. Damn Gerri, anyway. Kinsey sighed out her frustration, slamming the door of her car and marching toward the elevator. It wasn't Gerri's fault. And Kinsey admitted crying vampire was going off the deep end, even for her. But, honestly. If it quacked like a duck and walked like a duck, damn it.
Duck soup.
With her irritation at her friend firmly in her mind, Kinsey prepped her close family member story as the elevator dropped her off on the main level. A quick chat with the candy striper at the desk gave her some relief. Mitchell was out of the ICU and on a recovery floor, open to visitors. Moments later, Kinsey strode down the wide, sterile hallway, bypassing an older woman in a wheelchair, stopping at room 134.