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[sub][color=aquamarine]LOCATION[/color] — [color=aquamarine]Salem University Hospital[/color]
[color=aquamarine]INTERACTING WITH[/color] — [color=aquamarine]Jessica Horton [@SpicyMeatball][/color]
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[I]They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin' dirty[/I]

The old song blasted through the radio's speakers as Lorenzo's car zipped through traffic. It was funny, he was usually a rather careful driver, especially if any of his family was in his car. But when he was alone, he did as he pleased, cutting people off, gunning it, and slamming on the brakes when he was looking on his phone rather than having his eyes on the road. He was enjoying the song, reaching the hospital's parking lot as it came to its appropriate end. As he turned his car off and got out of the car, his phone went off again. Guessing it was probably Grant passive aggressively chewing him out, he ignored it as he strolled into the hospital.

Placing his hands on his hips, Lorenzo scanned the entrance. He had completely forgotten to ask where his sister was, though he did an educated guess and went through the ER's entrance. Luckily for him, Jessica was in plain sight, though unluckily for him, she was a patient. Something had happened with her foot, or ankle, as it had a weird looking cast on it. There was probably a better way of explaining it, but that wasn't important. She seemed annoyed, doing something with some papers from a folder.

Lorenzo couldn't help but grin, strolling up to her rather casually. "[color=aquamarine]Your chauffeur has arrived, mademoiselle,[/color]" He stated, pretending to tip an imaginary hat. "[color=aquamarine]So what happened?[/color]"