He would have thrown him out if the man had not been an injured patient.

Yet, his question was met with silence as the man's gaze detached itself from their interaction, settling instead on the blank expanse of the ceiling.

Feeling the tension rise, Rosalynn tugged at Brian's hand, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“Forget it, honey. Maybe he couldn't tell us his identity for some reason."

As the words left her lips, the man's hoarse voice filled the room.