Lucas was in a mood and it wasn't getting any better. The fluorescent lights were magnifying this stupid headache of his, and the incessant squalling of the impish woman bothered him. With a huff, he turned to her, leaning over in an attempt at intimidation and held his hands up in frustration. "Will you stop with the unappealing, hysterical nonsense and let the adults talk? Don't you have to go ...find Peter Pan or something?" With a roll of his eyes, Lucas turned back to the Director and shook his head. "You try keeping up with that boy. He's there one moment and gone the next. It's like he has a death wish..."<br/><br/>Looking down at the photos, his frown deepened.<i>This looked too familiar...</i>Shaking his head, his gaze returned to the Director. His eyes turned a flaming red as his anger grew. "And you're saying Dex is already there with this thing?"<i>Not good...</i>With a growl, he threw the folder aside and took off after the vampire. He didn't care much where the childish woman was going, but if he didn't get to that hospital fast he was going to end up on the wrong end of the torture wheel.<br/><br/>"I swear to Lucifer, when I see that kid I'm going to wring his neck for this.." Lucas mumbled to himself as he forced himself to apparate to the hospital. What he entered into was worse than he'd imagined. The hallway was quiet, the lights not as bright as he figured they would be. The tugging at his chest let him know that Dex was near. Narrowing his eyes, he set about going to find him.