[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Memorial Hospital [/center]

The disgruntled woman was back and with that his spirits slightly rose. It meant they hadn't forgotten about him for now which meant, he wasn't completely vulnerable. He did a quick scan of him with a furrow of his brow like he was getting blinded by the light from the room. She seemed so unwelcoming, there was something soothing about that. Nobody trying to blend in in order to assassinate a target would be so obviously out of character, anyone else would be all nice and sweeter than sugar. This woman was definetely not someone here to kill him, but at this point even nice smiling girls could be killers.

[color=39b54a]"Oh sorry, I didn't realise I interrupted you, I just need to ask, can i get a phone call? There's someone I need to talk to,
 i'd appreciate it if you could give me a hand"[/color] He toned up the german accent in hopes she'd take pity on the damaged foreigner, it was a cheap ploy but he had to make it work. He clenched his teeth, his face tensing up as pain began to run through his nervous system again. God he needed some more pain killers. He just needed to get a hold of someone like Marc, so he'd call the police station, he'd memorised the number after the attack after the restaurant.