Something had happened, that much he knew when one of his friends had called him saying something had happened to his coach. Combat boots slapped against the pavement as he dodged people that got in his way not really slowing down. The doors swung open easily under his weight as he stopped at the counter.

The red shirt he was wearing covered in sweat blonde hair plastered to his head with sweat. "Roger Grayson?" The blonde lady looked back up, the muscled man in front of her panting slightly. While Green eyes pierced hers in irritation of not getting an answer yet. 

"Your name sir?" She shifted not comfortable under that glare of his. "Cole Cortez." His arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the answer, he never liked waiting even more so if it had something to do with his coach. "Registered under family, He's in room 38B, but-" Cole was already gone doors swinging shut behind him. He took it slow, trying to get his racing heart under control.

The man had treated him like a son, and something was wrong he could tell just by how shaky his friends voice was over the phone. Taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair he needed to calm down. Panicking would get him no where, he needed his thoughts clear focus on what was here and now not the what could happen.

Though he stopped slightly when he found a woman by his coaches side. Frowning for a moment before his knuckles hit the open door as he walked in. "Coach? What the hell is going on? Why are you here?" He was confused the man had been good and kicking, now he was here in a hospital bed of all places.

He kept moving forward taking a spot on the otherside of the bed. The woman he didn't know, but something was up if both of them were here that much Cole could put together at least.