St. Olivia's Hospital is an oddly sprawling facility. Where most medical facilities seem to follow a pattern of being a tall, straight, pristine building, this one seems to spill in all directions. Hallways stretch into different wings, which are then further connected by more hallways, creating a spoked pattern, much like a wheel. Between the "spokes" are rock gardens, acting as small bastions of strength and serenity.

The interior is decorated to be as warm and welcoming as possible for patients and visitors. Much of the décor must facilitate easy cleaning and sterilization, meaning that there is no avoiding the clinical feeling that all medical buildings have. But, the staff has taken great pains to add soft, personal touches where they can... a pastel painting of the seaside made by a nurse's wife, a non-flowering plant standing in the corner of a room, a stained glass toucan trinket hanging in the window... all tiny things that are brought by those who work here.

Anyone who cared to do any research into St. Olivia's would find that there was method to the madness of the hospital's building. It had been constructed on a place of power, meant to harness the land's healing energy. It acted as a pool, capturing that natural magic and holding it gently, to be used in taking care of all of Bellhollow's sick and injured.

Dalion feels uncomfortable when he can't see the stars in the sky, during the day he can only see the big warm one, but he knew how to use it for directions too, not that he needed it for directions though, he knew most of the city by memory thanks to his endless wandering.

Dalion estimated that Michael, the guy he helped rescue last night would probably be taken to this hospital because it was the closest one to the explosion site, he would like to ask him more about what happened there.

The challenge was to get past reception if he manages to get past security at the entrance everything would be easier afterward. Dalion decided to go for the "I'm sick approach". After walking to the front desk he asked for help, the security guard looked at him with suspicion at first but he ended pointing him towards the front desk recption.

"Miss please help me, my left arm hurts like hell" and he showed her the grotesque burn scars from his left arm. After widening her eyes slightly as a reaction, the clerk handed him some papers to fill and pointed him towards the waiting room, Dalion walked there a sat down in a wide room with long benches where people plagued all kinds of conditions, but Dalion paid no attention to them, his eyes deviated towards a small television installed in one of the upper corners of the room, it was casting the breaking news about the last-night explosion in the Arlington's antiques shop, the report didn't give Dalion any information he didn't already know from being there.

After a few minutes, he stood up and asked a staff member where was the bathroom, walked towards the direction they pointed at him but once he was out of their sight he turned around and took the stairs to the second floor and headed towards the intensive care wing of the hospital, he knew where it was located because he was once treated there for his severe burns and still remembered the general direction.

"Excuse me, can you tell where a patient is? his name is Michael and he was admitted last night with severe trauma to his legs and several broken bone". He asked to a nurse that was walking in the hallway.

The nurse flicks a slightly annoyed glance at Dalion, but it is apparent that it probably has nothing to do with him. She simply looks tired and worn down. She's most likely been working a long shift and is trying to get everything wrapped up for the next shift to take over. Despite this, she doesn't hesitate to escort Dalion over to a nearby station. She quickly accesses the hospital records, tapping in a couple of search terms before looking up back to Dalion, "Michael Ingram? Injured in the explosion, last night?"

When Dalion confirms that Michael is, indeed, the person that he seeks, the nurse directs him to a room down one of the hallways. Dalion makes his way there and opens the door. Currently, Michael is by himself and seems to be resting easy in the bed. He is breathing well, though the cast on his leg looks to be mightily uncomfortable. Still, he appears much better than one would expect. No doubt, a combination of medicine and magic has put him quickly on the mend.

Seeming to sense someone standing in the doorway, Michael opens his eyes. He blinks blearily, groggy from sleep and drugs. "Hi," he says, a question in his tone.

"Heeeeeeeey Michael, long time no see!" Dalion gleefully greeted as he picked a chair and sat next to Michael's bed.

"So tell me how's it going? are they treating you well? You haven't had your first meal here have you? Spoiler alert: it sucks, no man should be forced to live with what they call "food" in here, and believe me, my standards are not exactly high hahaha. But I must say I always liked the decor of this place, so white and sterile everywhere, just like a clean skeleton, has anyone ever told you that white is ACTUALLY the real color of death? many people associate death with the color black, but white is in reality the color that shows all its nothingness while black contains the potentiality of all the other colors in it. Imagine that..."

Dalion looks at the current state of the patient, his grogginess meant that the anesthetics were at full effect right now, making him wonder if the early visit was a waste of his time.

"Michael, can you hear me? do you understand what I'm saying to you?" he asked. "I'm guessing you're not all here right now, but I think that might work in my favor, you'll have hard time making up stuff in that state, Michael, I want to know what happened that night at the antique store, tell me everything" He said with an intense glare pointed towards Michael.
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