Shortly after returning from his journey, Oscar gathers what items he can from Miss Safronov's list. The effects of the orb containing the unique energy for Mr. Hope have begun to fade, leaving in their place a somewhat colder sense of dread in him concerning the danger of Miss Rey's current situation. If she has not taken enough steps to resolve it by now, she will be closer to succumbing to the infection now than when he left.

He checks her residence first; it appears that no one is there. He continues on his way to the coordinates he visited before his departure two weeks earlier, medical supplies on hand and ready for delivery. He notes the light shining from within and then raises his hand to gently knock on the door and announce himself.

Only to be promptly halted by a piercing scream on the other side.

Oscar recoils, visibly alarmed by the sound; the sheer volume and pitch of it indicates that it is clearly and unmistakably a cry of distress. Spurred into action, his body's next movements are mostly dictated by impulse. His hand surges forward and the door is flung open. The terrible sight that greets him is enough to confirm his fears.

"Miss Rey!" he finds he calls to her as he manages to shift from his momentarily petrified state in the doorway. He moves across the room and stops near her; he would kneel at her side were it not for her violent thrashing. He quickly becomes more fearful once he is stationed there, unsure of how to proceed. There is blood spilling forth from her nose, trails of it already staining the stone floor. She is clutching her head.

He draws back a little, trying to calm himself. He should consider how a case like this would be treated at the Clinic and recall his training with Mr. Solace.

"Miss Safronov! Please: tell me what it is you need!"

The rules of human medicine don't strictly apply here.