Olivia was growing worried each day that passed. There was no cure, no sign of anyone getting better, and from what she’s seen and heard about outside the wall of the hospital, it’s turned even more chaotic since she tried walking out. She was walking the halls of the hospital, trying to keep her stresses at bay- wishing she could do something to help- she didn’t have it as bad as someone else and could be doing something because of it. She was okay. Olivia turned a corner just as she heard a door shut and she looked up to see a light in William’s office. After taking a step forward towards the door, Olivia stopped herself from going any farther. The past few times she’s tried to talk to him, he’s hasn’t been very cooperative. When she thought there was going to be a possible alliance forming between them, there’s something else getting in the way. And while she’s annoyed with him and his hostility, there was something else she was feeling because of him: worry. She was sure, despite him acting without any empathy on this whole debacle, it has to be taking some sort of toll on him. Clenching her fists at her side to crack her knuckles out of habit, Olivia walked up to the doctor’s door and knocked on it, waiting to see if he’d let her in before she did it herself.