Leto had called earlier in the morning to tell him to be there at eleven, and Hector had agreed, even if he had no fucking clue when eleven was. He was feeling awfully zen for somebody doing something so awfully bugshit crazy. He couldn't help but feel the scenario fitting, like some sort of early judgment. He wasn't sure if Leto would be successful or not, if he deserved to live. But if Leto couldn't do it, he imagined the guilt would be horrible. She didn't deserve that, he didn't think. Maybe she had enough good karma to balance out his own. He was okay with leaving it up to fate. So, in part of leaving it up to fate, Hector had taken a lot of quiet time, and headed downstairs simply when he felt he was ready.
As it turned out, fate was a good timekeeper. He wandered into the medical station just in time to see the nurse in scrubs talking to a guy he hadn't met yet. The room was kind of... tense. He couldn't help but feel like he was seeing something he wasn't meant to. "Sorry, am I interruptin' somethin'? I can come back."