The voice is far more familiar than the appearance; he turns, looks, realizes who it is. Ruka. Normally, too, he would stop and inquire what has brought her to the hospital; he would determine the truth, determine whether or not to worry, and take appropriate action. God, that he were equipped to help her now.

He's not. He can't. He can't risk anything.

"I - beg your pardon, please." Even to his own ears, his voice sounds shaky and weak. "I must be off at once. There are - appointments - all of that."