Nergal smiled, "Way ahead of you," he said, holding the door open for her with one hand and reaching into his pocket with the other. He pulled out a capped syringe. "I snuck a peek at his file, this won't interact with any of the medication they have him on and it'll make him a little more... agreeable. We'll put him in a wheelchair and just wheel him out. So long as my diversion comes through. He owes me one - I covered up a messy bit of business for him over the summer." He'd helped the guy destroy all evidence of his girlfriend's murder, actually. Clearly they had no issues with moral implications.
Once inside he started leading the way, snagging a doctor's white coat off a random hook and pulling it on, moving his name-tag to the outside of the coat and smoothing his hair back neatly. It was a bit of a twisty maze getting up to the ICU, but Nergal walked with authority and no one seemed to question his presence. He spent so much time in the morgue that no one should, really, recognize that he wasn't meant to be where he was.
And yes, easy was boring, but they'd have no problem working up some excitement with what he had planned. It would be distracting enough, even for him.