He walked slowly down past the row of rooms, staying out of everyone's way, smiling politely in the way of someone with a purpose. He peered quickly into each room as he kept walking until he reached the room next to where the guard sat.
The moment he got close to the room, the man sitting in the chair pinned him with a stare that said Move and I'll take you apart. Yes, definitely former military, he decided. He didn't see a weapon, but he knew for damn sure there the man had one handy on his person.
What the hell?
The man sitting in the chair rose, all six foot plus of him, and planted himself in front of Luis.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Yes. I, uh, have a friend who works for the Broncos who's here in the ICU. I was told he could have a visitor. He doesn't have much family, so I came here to see him. The problem is, I can't find him."