Erik's abrupt exit was unlike him. Hannibal had never known the man to be rude, and that was bordering on it. There was something severely wrong here, and he would find out what it was. First, however, he had a patient to see to.
"I have no doubts." He turned to the girl in the wheelchair. "I will be able to keep the leg relatively motionless while I secure it, so that shouldn't cause more than discomfort. I'll bring casting materials with me when I return, which will protect it entirely. It's the ribs that are going to ... not feel great."
Hannibal moved behind the wheelchair. "Please, direct me to your room."