Damon and Phil came to the hospital

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As Phil and Damon screeched to a halt outside the hospital, the tension between them was palpable. They barely managed to slam the car doors shut before charging toward the main entrance, their urgency clear in the hard set of their jaws. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the sterile smell of disinfectant and the low hum of fluorescent lights.

When they reached the reception desk, surprisingly it was a man sitting there instead of the woman who had guided Jasmine earlier. Phil leaned forward, his voice laced with an edge of impatience. "What is Ronald Cooper's ward number? And can you tell me if his daughter is with him?"

The man, seemingly unfazed by the rush, glanced up briefly before turning his attention to the computer. His fingers danced across the keyboard with a disconcerting calmness. "Just a moment," he replied. After a few clicks, he finally spoke, his tone monotonous and detached. "Mr. Cooper was admitted five days ago, brought in by his daughter and mother. Th