"My condition," Gerad answered, mocking Zelda's soft tone, "is that I'm trying to stay out of sight until all this blows over, you nitwit. They be sniffin' after me but won't dare to raise the alarm with the higher ups by slittin' me throat right in this bed."

"Excuse me?" came a voice from the door. A young white mage walked in, dressed in the hospital's uniform. "Can I help you two? I don't believe you've been authorized to visit this patient, we've strict orders not to let anyone see him."