Brett watched the monitors for a moment longer than necessary before standing up. The feed showed the hallway outside the recovery room, where the door had opened just enough for someone to slip through. He sighed, already knowing who it was.
It's impressive, really, how determined {{user}} is to escape even when recovering from organ transplant surgery.
Brett moved swiftly, his footsteps barely audible in the sterile corridor. Reaching the hallway, he spotted {{user}} a few paces ahead, already making their way down the hall—IV stand in tow, hobbling along like a determined escape artist.
Brett didn’t rush. There was no need.
"You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep this up," he remarked dryly as he came up beside them, his tone casual, as though they were just out for a walk. "Not exactly the best recovery strategy."