Howard University Hospital

[Zerrif F Craft]

[The Hospital]

In central Washington DC stands this rather large hospital, brown in color, which is used to treat millions of patients every year. The doors lead straight into a receptionist who is always on duty to help assist.  

[Zerrif F Craft]

"To Protect One is to Protect Many"

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Glass doors slid open as Dexter walked into the hospital, the sheen of the lights on the floor nearly blinding him as his eyes adjusted from the darkness of the night. Putting the man in a chair at the hospital, he walked over to the receptionist and knocked on the desk, getting her attention. "Hi there, I'm sorry, but I don't know this man and he kinda needs some help. He's been unconscious for a while now and I carried him all the way from the Jefferson memorial."

Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, her hazel eyes showing a lack of interest in the situation. She nodded when Dexter was done speaking, offering a piece of paper "Please fill out the form and we will see to him as soon as we can."

Dexter looked over the form and shook his head, quickly laying it on the desk, tapping his fingers on the papers she had handed him a moment before. "I'm sorry, perhaps you didn't hear me. I don't know this man. I brought him here with good faith that you would help him. He's clearly hurt and needs medical attention."

The receptionist looked at him with wide eyes as he turned from her and started walking towards the door. "You can't just leave him here!" she exclaimed in a rather harsh tone. It was evident that she would not have listened to Dexter regardless, so he had decided it best to leave the man in the chair so they would be forced to do something about it. "I just did, he's your problem now" he responded as he waved a hand, walking through the doors and back out onto the street.

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