(an over heard conversation between two hospital workers, passed along over a tankard or two)
"Aye, he just slammed right into me and bolted down the hall" the large man mutters, " have no idea how he got out of those straps, but by the time I got back into the ward, he was loose and headed back towards that poor woman to finish her off" he growls before taking a sip of his ale.
"I am almost sure he is the same guy from the other day" says a smaller, more soft spoken woman next to him, "threatened to kill that poor woman who came in with potions to help him" she says nodding, her own drink is a glass of wine, barely touched before her on the bar. "he was there earlier today, swearing up and down if I did not provide him with a potion to save the woman he carried in he would kill us all" she mutters. "I swear this plague is driving the city insane" her face, her voice, weary and distressed.
"the one he carried in? I think that's his wife, and she is better off without him!" the larger male replies, a snort of disgust in his eyes, "she was the one he tried to smother to death, she was tied down and helpless, if we did not pull him off her she would have died right there!" . He takes another drink, draining his tankard and orders another, "now he is free and skulking the streets and completely out of his mind" he grumbles, "he WILL kill someone, mark my words"
