"Shit...shit shit shit!"
The blackness creeps higher, consuming his hands
So here's the thing: Lukas has been homeless for a LONGGGGG time. By now, he's a world class thief-sneaking into places he's not supposed to be is kind of his thing. He manages to sneak past the security guards and find the room that has Mykel's medical chart in front of him. He picks the lock on the door and quietly opens it.
Lukas walks into the room. The blackness has crept up to his shoulders, peeking out over the collar of his shirt. He grits his teeth, trying to hold it back
"H-hey...um...I know you probably don't want to talk to me...and I'm very sorry for breaking in but...I-I need to talk to you...about what happened to you..."