"Yes, yes, thorough. But not all of the deaths came through our doors." Valasquez turned and walked down the hall, fully expecting the two men to follow him. "Last night's, for instance. I think one or two of the ones on the reservation, as well. They come to us because there's a problem already." He led through two turns, where staff looked at him nervously, or pointedly looked away, before opening a door adorned with a small, brass plaque bearing his name and the alphabet soup of credentials. He held the door for them, at least.
"We have excellent physicians here. The patient's in question all had an overnight diagnostic stay. Their sleep patterns, brainwaves and breathing were all monitored and recorded. They all had similar problems. The data was analyzed and suggested treatment and prescriptive advice was forwarded to their Primary Care Physicians. Different medications were suggested due to differing insurance and previous medications or ailments, so it wasn't a bad drug reaction." Valasquez was brusque and had fallen into a well known speech he'd repeated too often recently.