Lazarus paces around his hospital room, leaning heavily on his cane as he's clearly tired. He's looking around for a way out, not finding one. Luke opens the door and walks into the room.
"Calm the hell down Russ."
Lazarus doesn't stop his pacing, "Not a chance, not while my sister is out there."
"If you don't stop, I'm not going to give you an update on your sister." Luke pushes back.
That makes Lazarus stop for a moment, before rushing as fast as he can up to Luke, "Tell me."
Luke and Lazarus stare each other down for a moment.
"Not until you calm down."
Lazarus takes a deep breath and waits a few moments.
"Good?"
Luke watches him for a while.
"Sit down."
Again Lazarus and Luke watch each other for a while. Eventually Lazarus relents and sits down on the edge of his bed, letting out a grunt at the pain.
"You haven't found my sister, have you?"
There's a moment before Luke answers, "Not yet, but we will."
"So I was right."
"You're not right yet. We don't actually know that Martha is in any kind of danger. At the moment, she's just missing."
"And you don't think that's a problem?" Lazarus pushes back.
"Of course it's a problem, but that doesn't mean anything. You know how this works, Russ." Luke responds.
"I do, and I know how many times it goes horribly wrong because we don't do anything." points out Lazarus, adding, "It's my sister."
"Which is why you're not thinking clearly about this. We will find her. It's just a matter of time."
"And while we wait, she could be dead. Morley could have her." insists Lazarus.
"We don't know that. Just... calm down." Luke declares, turning his back as he starts back to the door.
Lazarus swings his cane out, taking Luke off his feet as it hits him in the ankle. Before Luke knows what's going on, Lazarus hits him in the head with his cane as well, knocking him out.
"Not a chance."
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