After ending the call, Roy slid the phone into his palm, his gaze lingering on the hospital corridor for a moment. Then he turned and called out to a passing security staffer.
"Get Eric," he instructed.
A few minutes later, Eric arrived, striding up with his usual easy posture. Roy held out the phone.
"Here," Roy said.
Eric took it, nodding. He turned to leave, but then paused mid-step, glancing back at Roy with a curious tilt of his head.
"How did you know Erisia Wrenford?" he asked, brows slightly lifted.
Roy leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms loosely. "She was a young woman I found collapsed on the sidewalk three nights ago," he said evenly. "I took her to the hospital, made sure she was admitted. She just got discharged and decided to call to let me know—and to thank me." His eyes narrowed faintly. "Why do you ask?"
