Jennifer, the nurse wearing pink scrubs finished cleaning up. The bandages were disposed of and one simply couldn't tell that their patient had ever been point blank to an explosion. She'd taken care of the woman for years, washing her, feeding her through a tube, massaging muscles... She was proud of their work; "Image as Designed" couldn't have done better! Still, that explosion, Damn that woman was tough. Jennifer found herself wishing she could be so tough. Maybe if she was, if she had a little more backbone she wouldn't be stuck in this dead end job in the middle of nowhere with such frustrating hours. 

Gathering up a glass of water, for their patient would likely awaken at any time now, Jennifer placed it on a tray along with a power bar. It wasn't much but until she got a change to head down to the kitchens that was all she had. Besides, the patient probably wouldn't be able to switch back to solid foods all that quickly. Walking softly, she moved towards the curtains that hid the two conspiring prisoners.

Meanwhile, the Doctor still hadn't moved. He was still standing with his back to the curtains, filling out paperwork.

"Two in here," Carlos reminded his new partner needlessly, "Two guards outside. I'll follow your lead boss."