More and more patients were starting to filter into the hallway now (just like every other night), but Byrne paid them little to no attention as he slowly continued onward, keeping one hand pressed against his stomach. He had to admit, though, the increase in traffic was welcoming. The people around him were kind of like living alarms; if there were no screams or loud, quick footsteps to be heard, then he was pretty confident that there were no monsters close by. Such was the case right now, fortunately.

Of course, he was trying to remain aware of his surroundings anyway, living alarms or not. He didn't need to be running around blindly like he had done just a minute ago. Dying was maybe sort of something he wanted to avoid. (A much nicer way to put it than any way Badd would have said it, for sure. Oh man, he could practically hear the detective's harsh words now...)

Yet despite feeling relatively safe and keeping his ears and eyes open for any trouble, the prosecutor was completely unaware of the fact that he was being followed.

[To here.]