Phoebe wasn't entirely sure how to handle this visit. She was here in part because she was worried about William and wanted to see him, but she was also here as his assisstant. Professional, or more familiar? Would he even want her to be familiar like she usually was, now that he was in here? Would he blame her? Would he want to see her at all? She'd been put in a lot of awkward positions as William Sandia's assisstant, but this situation was still pretty impressively high on the list of unpleasant moments. Taking a deep breath, Phoebe composed herself as much as possible--she tried not to think about the other people in the room, some of them possibly dangerous--and followed the nurse to where William was waiting.

He was injured, but he still looked a lot better than he had last time she'd seen him. Of course, last time Phoebe had seen William he was face-down in a puddle of vomit and not breathing. Giving him CPR had been both the most frightening and most digusting experience of her life. It had also been the incident that the board used to have William committed. "You're looking better, Mr. Sandia." Professional it was, at least as long as the nurse was still present.