Rose had gone to the bar, carefully opening the door to make sure the bunny wouldn't escape. When she left the bar again as carefully as she'd entered she carried three bottles of water, assuming that would be enough for the moment.

She ran back to room 110 as fast as she could and went in. The scene had changed again from what she'd seen when she left. Mr Dawson was there, and Mr von Arcon was next to the bed, lifting the injured being a bit and pressing something to its chest.

Rose just stood there, barely inside the room, still carrying the bottles.