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Olek's eye darted to the door when it clicked then opened. He didn't have a chance to study the room, his eye went back to the glowing face of Ms. Aileen. As soon as she started speaking, he knew he was just spinning his tires in the mud. "I will talk to her first. I don't care who you are, she's my patient. I need to check on her, and I don't think she'll enjoy you being in the room when I do." She said in a heated manner.

Olek closed his eye and gave a soft sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. By the time he opened his eye again Aileen disappeared into the bathroom. The noise from her slamming the door echoed down the halls. Olek narrowed his eye, but instead of feeling anger, he felt a deep sense of sadness. The choice he wanted to leave in Ara's hands wasn't easy. It was just a question, there was nothing wrong with throwing in the towel, especially considering Ara's circumstances.

He leaned against the wall near the door, all he heard was Aileen's muffled voice from the other side of the thick and sturdy walls. He knew why Aileen didn't care much for himself. He was a killer, born and raised to take the lives of others. He only did it when necessary, but that didn't disregard the fact that Olek was a professional when it came to his trade. He was the embodiment of what Aileen strove to prevent, the death of others. Aileen was a healer by trade, she strove to save lives without using violence. They had two very conflicting ideals. He understood perfectly. He would have to leave Ara in her hands. Like Aileen had said, Ara was her patient, this was her field of expertise, not Olek's. He would have to trust Aileen for now. With that, he began to pace outside of the door, waiting for the update on Ara.