Who: Claire, open to Luka and Sam
Where: Sam's apartment
When: After her father called her
Her father's demanding words were ringing in her ears as Claire made her way towards Sam's apartment, stopping frequently to check her spiral road map. The address was completely unfamiliar, and she'd had to go into personnel records for the dang thing. She'd spoken with Kerry briefly, only to learn that both Sam and Luka had not shown for their shifts. Trying to deflect the head physician on the warpath, she had made some excuse about phone calls and darted out of there. Her father had insisted that Luka was somehow ill, and to him, that automatically hearkened back to Luka's illnesses after the war. And as usual, Claire was expected to go and prop him back up again.
Cold and irritated, she pulled her jacket tightly around her as she went up the concrete steps to the main door. Luckily, it was propped open so she could walk right in. The hallways stretched out in front of her, and she referred to the paper in her hand for the apartment number.
Sick...it seemed everyone was right now. They were getting more bouncebacks than usual, and Kerry had been intent on them all staying. If this hadn't come up, Claire would have considered it. She wasn't feeling the most charitible towards her roommate currently.
Knocking on the door, she called out, "Nurse Taggart? Are you home?"