[Center][h1][color=IndianRed]Joel[/color][/h1][/center]

Joel stared at the new arrivals, examining their bodies for any obvious abrasions or mutilations. "The bathroom's that way," Joel indicated to the door next to the window. "And I'm glad the nurses aren't in here. Won't stop pestering me with questions in all honesty." 

The girl glanced at the patient sitting by the window silently, taking in the earthy and balmy air. "What's your name?" She asked.