"Ah, shit," Ishaan muttered, glancing back toward his room and realizing his was right next to where they were stowing Simms.
Oliver stepped away from the pool, following the new kid's gaze, seeing the open door and deducing what the problem was. Looking back to Cecilia, and then glancing at the back of Simms' head, he spoke to both of them. "Room's not that far. You need anythin', just call." Looking back to Ishaan he nudged him lightly. "You up for helpin'?"
"He ain't my problem," Ishaan replied almost reflexively, bristling slightly at the larger man's nearness before glancing at the nurse, then the cop, and sighing. The sooner this shit got done, the less likely that fucker could cause any trouble for any of the girls in the house. "Yeah, whatever. Lead the way."