Jimmy heard the muffled voices on the other side of the door as he drew closer, and then all fell quiet until the only sound he could hear was from his own racing heartbeat. He didn't want to be there for sure, but his choices were rather limited as well. Zvikas trusted Jimmy enough to take care of things quickly and quietly, and why wouldn't he? Jimmy's past isn't quite as uneventful as one would expect from such an unassuming young man, but his track record spoke volumes. He knew how to remove threats.

The kid bent down and pressed the side of his head against the hardwood floor, squinting to see through the narrow space under the door. He noticed Czigani -or at least her face and part of her body- reeling on the wet floor, her expression showing pain. The woman's bloodshot eyes suddenly locked onto him, and she gritted her teeth, hissing toward his direction. She'd tried to say something but the words came out as grunts while the surging pain from her leg ran it's course. Jimmy quickly pushed himself up and leaned back, bumping the wall hard enough to cause a picture frame to slide off its hook and crash to the floor, scattering shards of glass, one of which pierced his forearm. 

“Shit!” He blurted out, followed by his hand coming up to cover his mouth. He pulled the small piece of glass out and held his arm for a moment, mentally cursing his unfortunate situation.

At this point, adrenaline had replaced any hesitation, and the kid knew he either had to get this over with now, or risk running scared and returning to the hospital empty-handed. Jimmy stood to his feet, readied the tranquilizer handgun, and slowly turned the doorknob until it released, then with a swift kick to the center, swung the door open and pointed the gun at the prone woman in pain.

“Now I got ya bitch!” He shouted with a nasally voice, his eyes wide and glaring.

[@Xandrya]