Yu burst through the automatic hospital doors with his breath already in shreds, his lungs burning from having run nearly the entire way there without slowing once. The harsh white light of the lobby, the sterile smell of disinfectant, and the murmur of distant voices all blurred together into something unreal around him, because his mind had narrowed so completely around one name that the rest of the world no longer seemed to exist in any meaningful way. By the time he reached the reception desk, he hit it hard enough with both palms to make the nurse behind it startle.
"Haah—I'm, haah—here for, haah—my son! Vladimir Dimitri! Where—haah, where is he?!"
