Salvador didn’t remember all of the drive but it wasn’t a jump, just wandering focus and he did at least remember the component parts of it. He knew where he’d parked the car at the office but only because that was his spot, he remembered getting into it, kicking it over and heading out onto Ortega for the hospital. From Ortega to here was the only blank and that was only because he couldn’t get Jemma out of his mind. Maybe this was finally a change of scene under his own control.
The smell hit him first, that overly clean scent of death or no death. He was quickly up onto the third floor of Mission Hospital and was upon Dr Ramirez sooner than expected, checking charts in the hallway outside his office. Ramirez invited him in with a warm smile. Salvador suddenly became a little conscious
