Salvar kept walking on the grassy patch where small plants and trees loomed around as decoration, the kind of landscaping that hospitals used to make themselves feel less like places where people came to die. He noticed the hedgerow stretching along the boundary of the wall, cut down to perfect height, not even a single leaf out of place.
They followed it around the corner until they found the back door stretched a few meters away where a few nurses were standing outside, leaning against the wall with the exhausted slouch of people who had been on their feet for too many hours, complaining about some absurd patient who had apparently tried to remove his own IV because, according to him, the government was using it to track his thoughts. Salvar and Silas pressed themselves into a dark corner and waited.
