A few minutes later, the front door opened. Clyde guided two people inside, an older man with a calm expression and a younger assistant carrying a black medical bag. "Doctor Roger," Clyde greeted softly, his voice low but heavy with tension. "Thank you for coming so quickly."
The doctor nodded curtly. "What's the situation?" he asked, his tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
"My partner's not doing well…he's having some kind of breakdown. And his brother…he's burning up with a high fever, completely out of it," Clyde said dryly. He hesitated, glancing toward the closed door at the end of the hallway. "I think you might need to sedate him before you can examine the patient."
Dr. Roger's eyebrows lifted, but he didn't comment. Instead, he opened his bag and took out a syringe and a small vial, preparing a diazepam shot just in case.
