"No wonder the director called a meeting for all department heads..." One of the male doctors finally realized. "A meeting of the doctors? What's going on? Could the marshal be sick!?"
The words "the marshal is sick" pierced into Emily Stone's heart like an arrow; her face changed immediately, with Walter Schmidt's stomach issues being the first thought that flashed through her mind.
She looked up at the nurse with a nervous face, waiting for her answer.
"Not sick?" The young nurse seemed unsure as well, "...Just now I heard he was injured, but I don't know exactly where..."
"Injured!?" Four voices exclaimed in unison; as soon as they spoke, everyone turned to look at Emily Stone, who had also just spoken.
"...Is it serious?" Emily Stone, who paid no mind to their gazes, tightened her grip on the coffee cup she was holding. Because of her intense anxiety, she didn't even notice her voice trembling.