Running Red

[Wesker]

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Dressed in an operational dress uniform to attract minimum attention, Heinrich navigated her way past the jumpy and occupied nurses running from room to room. The infirmaries on Vogtland never slept, there never a shortage of wounded or injured personnel. From station to station, if there was one place you could find someone or something - it was in the infirmary.

Heinrich had made countless trips from injuries herself, so being back here for someone who was close to "in her position" was a really touching trip down memory lane. Or so it felt for the moment.

Wearing no blouse, just cargo pants, a t-shirt tucked in, and boots - the nurses naturally resorted to waving her off as she approached the room where Keller was being kept. That would be dismissed in an instant once she waved her ID in their faces though. The show of authority changed the vibe of the entire area for a moment.

Do you have a hard copy of his medical and historical records on hand?

Ja, we do General.

Send them too me, how long until he can walk?

It may be a day or less, if you wish to transfer him we could ready him for stasis. He's... fit enough for that. There was a hint of hestitation in her words, they all seemed a little shook. Probably just from the rank being present, it really sent an empowering mental note to Heinrich.

No, I'm going to speak to him. I'll let you know if he needs anything further. That is of course, if he's fit for a discussion now.

He is.

Very well.

Pushing the curtain over head and making her way inside, Heinrich immediately fixed her eyes on the wounded Keller. He seemed aware and unaware, phased out and focused on something, but conscious of what was going on around him.

Rough day? Hmm? She spoke a bit softly as she walked around the bed and sat down. Still with eyes fixed on him. The Bretonian accent grabbed his attention, she was speaking without faking the Rheinland accent, something she did commonly to fit in.

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