Jake<br/><br/>If he had been just a few seconds faster, he'd have gored his finger with the needle, the force of the door slamming open startling him something fierce. He had hardly the time to recognize the voice as the cook, Amber, before she had vanished in the hall. Hallway B19? Why in the hell would she want him to meet her in Hallway B19? He shook his head, deciding he'd figure it out later. He quickly finished his suture of Marsha's leg, giving her the obligatory 'Stay away from heavy machinery' lecture. He collected his bag, fearing someone was hurt, and stepped out his door.<br/><br/>"Amber..." he muttered to himself, walking towards Hallway B19 slowly. "What did you go and do now?"