Andrian changed from his costume or which he preferred disguise and changed into his healer uniform. He quickly shoved his clothes, messily into his bag. Then started heading out the room, grabbing a chart with Samantha's name written on it and which room she was in. Taking a deep breath, Andrian begun to walk quickly, dodging and avoiding everybody that walked pass him, looking at each number on the top of the doors to see which was was Samantha's. He stopped dead in his track when he spotted the same number from the chart written on the door. Slowly, he open the door. To his dismay he spotted Sophia by Samantha's bed. His heart raced against his chest, his stomach leaped. Oh. God, he thought. He hated this part of the job, when people were crying especially those he loves. He wanted to say something but he couldn't find the strength to so instead he placed his bag on the bench and walked around to Samantha empty side and placed his stethoscope on her chest while he listen to the sound of her heartbeat. He hated himself, he was too late to save her; if only he had saved her first instead of the muggles when she needed his help the most. It almost made him wish he could just turn back in time and save her before Ne'os could've killed her. He wouldn've had a chance. "Her heart is getting weaker," he mummered to himself.