After paging August to the ICU, the Pilots then had him pacing and in front of the door to Evelyn's room for a good couple of hours after he arrived. Debriefings, interrogations and such—nothing fit for a doctor to hear, but it annoyed him to be denied access to his patient so long. Why did they even call him up here if they were just going to lock him out?
There were a good half dozen Pilots in that room with Evelyn, and finally half of them left and he was allowed in. He didn't even bother trying to quash his aggravation as he snapped her chart up and joined the remaining Pilots inside. It didn't pay one bit to try and control your thoughts around psychics. Everyone always tried it and it never worked.
"Good morning, Evelyn," he said. First thing's first, he had to record her vitals, something that should have been done two hours ago. "Do you remember me?"
Gregory Chastain, the Pilot Imperial himself, stood in one corner of the room. Two other Pilots had taken up inconspicuous posts out of the way—Pilots that August suspected were there to keep shields down over Evelyn.
