
The toilet room door swings wider, and a weary janitor fills the frame with a mop bucket in one hand. He stops dead, staring past the gurney into the tiny room, then at the nurse, then at Sally.

Elias
Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to come in here.
The Undocumented Nurse keeps her body between Elias and Sally, her fingers hovering near the wrench on the cart. Her eyes flick once to Sally, a silent question about the act.

Elias
Restricted wing. Great. Just great.
Elias shifts his grip on the bucket, trying to back out without making a scene. The corridor beyond the doorway still belongs to the Head Administrator, and the narrow opening traps everyone in the same breath.

The Undocumented Nurse
It's fine. Keep moving, Elias. Ignore this room.
For one beat, the room balances on Elias's hesitation, the nurse's reach, and Sally's silence, all of it hanging under the harsh hospital lights.
Silence Elias
