If there was one thing that everyone in the world shared a mutual feeling for it was the fact that waiting in the waiting room of anywhere really did feel like an eternity. A few hours had passed by and each and every minute of those few hours he felt extremely restless and anxious to know if Korra was going to be alright. He was beginning to get the feeling that there was a lot more to this case than he had originally thought. There was not a doubt in his mind that what happened in the restaurant was an accident; he knew that had not been just some black out. She had been poisoned. But the question was why she had been and who could have done it. So far he pictured the waiter but he really couldnâ€™t touch him since this area was not within his jurisdiction.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh he buried his face in his hands and then ran his hands through his hair. It was needless to say that he was extremely tense. He was going to have to call his partner and let her know what was going on and then face an unhappy captain. He debated whether or not to give the office a call right now, explain why he was late, and just get it over with. As soon as he reached for his phone in his pocket the doctor came to speak with him. When he was told he could see Korra he had nearly jumped out of the seat. Almost every bit of tension had left his body then but he was still pretty worked up about all this. Why he was this worked up, he really couldnâ€™t say, this odd amount of concern he felt for her was really puzzling.<br/><br/>He knew he was not concerned about her because she was a part of a very important case but because he was somewhat fond of her. Maybe it was her stubbornness; the look on her face when he first told her she was coming back to Texas was still clear as day in his mind.<br/><br/>Moe thanked the doctor and went back to see Korra. The nurse guided him to where she was, telling him that he had a few minutes and explaining that she had been poisoned. Poisoned? Now that was interestingâ€¦ he had a feeling that it had been poison and the confirmation made him feel tense again. At least she was alright, he told himself, and knowing how stubborn she was he doubted that she was going to just kick the bucket just like that. Not to mention she was far too young, and he has seen far too many poisonings, in one way or another, to know that it was a horrible way to go. God help him if he has to see her face down in a pile of pills or have her cough up blood. Whatever she had been poisoned with had not been a large dose if she had survived.<br/><br/>The detective instinct in him was really kicking into high gear now, needless to say. â€œKorra? How are you feeling?â€ He called out to her, asking the simplest of questions as he placed a hand on her arm gently. The tension was obvious in his firm grip that even he noticed it. Immediately he relaxed himself by taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, subtly, not dramatically, in through his nose and quietly out through his mouth. Almost like a routine. Poor girl. Even though she was stable who knows how long she would be here. The longer she was here the more time was wasted to get to the bottom of this and quite frankly Moe really did not want to wait around for her to recover. This case was starting to be more and more of a priorityâ€¦ like he absolutely had to get this done no matter what and not just because this was his job either.<br/><br/>Something told him that things were about to get very interesting. Though it was unknown whether or not it was interesting in a good way, or a bad way.