Greg knew he should have turned up at the hospital way before now, but there was no time like the present, right? At least that's what he kept telling himself as he walked into the hospital. It seemed like it wasn't that long ago that he was in that same environment and it was intimidating. Still, he'd hold his head up high and see Warrick.
Once he had gotten past the front desk, he made his way up to the room. There were a few people there already, he was relieved in all honesty, to see. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked inside, looking to each person before casting his gaze to Warrick. He didn't look good... Greg kept telling himself that at least he was alive. It helped make things feel a little easier to take.
"Hey..." he said at first, putting his hands in his pocket, head cocked ever so slightly to the side. "How are you doing?" he asked, trying his best to smile even a little.