While Malou was not a night person she enjoyed the night shift. There was a certain calm quiet quality about it that appeal to her introverted nature. Unlike in the light of day she often did not have to project such a confident aura about herself, instead most patients just needed her to reassure them quietly as she went about the few tasks needed by them and then blended back into the dim halls of the hospital.

It was late enough now that most of her patients were asleep as she made her rounds, checking through the windows of doors to make sure they were alright, her steps light on the wooden floor. She hadn’t bothered to do a light charm, instead she simply got use to the dim light in the halls, if an emergency came up she would certainly, but until then there was no reason to give extra disturbance to those sleeping.

Rounding a corner Malou came to a startled stop, her heart leaping into her throat at the sight of a fully dressed man in front of her before she recognized him. She would blame the shock on the fact that a murderer was targeting Fallon.

“Mr. Hatchitt.” Despite Malou’s rapidly beating heart she put on her best healer smile to accompany her gentle words. “And what are you doing out of bed?” She asked conversationally. The last she had checked, because for Fallon’s sake she had taken an interest in the case, Mr. Hatchitt was due to be in the hospital for a few days yet given the extent of his injuries.