Zephyr's face was frozen, his pulse beating hard in his ears as he stuck his phone into his back pocket. His eyes steadied on the glowing arrowhead inside the elevator, feet tapping against the floor restlessly. Then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open and he rushed out.
He hastened towards the exit door, fingers wrapped around the doorknob, but as he pulled it open, he felt a sharp tingling in his brain.
A sudden cold crawled down his spine. He recognized the feeling almost immediately. It was the one he got each time someone was watching.
He snapped his gaze backward, eyes scanning the mass of nurses, doctors and interns moving around in the main floor, no one seemed out of place but all minded their business. He couldn’t pick a scent either considering the crowd. Not hesitating
