Council Leader Vorik and Keirn stood in their rooms in one of the clinics; each room was directly across from the other in one of the hallways that housed all of the private rooms. A quarantine barrier had been erected, making sure they stayed separate.
It was close enough that they could talk to each other easily. They both paced their rooms, more out of boredom than anything else. Vorik was worried about Aleigha. The way she collapsed made him fear for her safety. He knew that whatever had happened to her, she was on the verge of death. He could tell by the way she looked. He didn't want her to die.
Keirn stopped his pacing, already getting bored from walking back and forth as they waited. He stood against the wall next to the barrier and just stood there, looking out of his room and down the hallway.
