The men looked Pietro up and down once more, seemingly appreciative of the sentiment that Roma stuck together. They exchanged significant looks between themselves before stepping back to let them into the room.
"There's a guard already in there," he warned, giving a belated tap to the door that the man inside would understand. The bearded man continued in heavily accented English so that the girl could understand as well. "You have fifteen minutes. And a word of warning...he will not be awake. If he is awake, he will be drugged. He cannot speak."
The door was open. Victor lay in the hospital bed, his head and chest bound up so as to render him unrecognizable. He was propped up by the bed and by pillows to make it easier for him to breathe.