Valentine walked to the hospital, located across town, not too far from where Hondo had Tonya's motor cycle restored. She found the from door and entered the building. It was an old block building with a few new additions. Nothing about the place looked like a friendly place of healing. More looked like a place to come and die.
Inside the door there was a desk behind which sat a older woman. Even from a sitting position you could tell she was built like amline backer and probably could have beaten the shit out of most line backers in her prime, of which she still might be able to do. She wore a source look on her face that would spoil milk at 50 paces. Her eyes were cold and it was as if she looked through you. Valentine shivered in voluntarily. She didn't ask if she could help or utter a word. She just SAT there with this look on her face that said she could bite the head off a puppy without feeling a thing.
Valentine: good evening.
Mable: good for what? I hate small talk, what you want.
Valentine: I'm here to see about a wessen names Karl.
Mable: no visitors after 8pm.
Valentine: can I ask how he is doing then.
Mable: go ahead.
Valentine: excuse me?
Mable: ask.
Valentine: . . . . how is Karl doing?
Mable: never heard of him.
Valentine sighed and tried to remain calm. This was not going to be easy.
Note: I'll finish post later