She taps the pen on the board for a moment, before writing, ‘I sensed it before someone here you trust you look up to. who is it? I will trust them here. no one else”.
It’s strange that she’s putting so much faith in him, mainly because the two of them have just met. She can’t even speak and yet she feels..attached to him. Stiles doesn’t grasp it. “You mean Ms. McCall? I can…get her now,” he says, stumbling over his words.
She looks at him, expression pleading, and lays the clipboard down. Most of the folk in the room have left, leaving Stiles, a doctor (black and competent), and a nurse. The nurse picks up the clipboard and glances over it, before glancing at Stiles.
“Why don’t you stay in here with our Jane Doe?” the nurse says. “She’s a lot calmer with you here, and you can tell Dr Dunbar what you know about her. I’ll see if Mrs. McCall is available to take over.”