Leto had heard the news and had recognized the name. Apparently anyone hospitalized was considered newsworthy here. When Leto heard the name, however, he pulled on a jacket and headed for the hospital.
At the hospital desk, he stopped and talked with a rather tart older lady. Once he explained his reason for being in this blinking fluorescent room with its drab gray vinyl chairs and pressboard end tables, he was waved to one of the very same chairs and told to wait.
And so, because he did want to see Wash, he obeyed.
There was a girl here, and Leto paused briefly when he caught sight of her. Diverting his path a bit, he walked by her table. And yes, he was certain now.
He took a seat close by, then folded his hands in his lap. And then, clearing his throat, he leaned over the arm of the chair a little to catch her attention.
"Sorry -- but you wouldn't happen to be Maxine, would you? Wash's Maxine?"