"Hello ms......." he looks down at the chart on the base of her bed. "Layla, and how are we feeling today? Are we still hearing voices?"

He reads further down the chart. "well at least the rest of you seems healthy."
A smile comes across his face as he comes up with a plan that will not cause suspicion.

"Have you ever dreamed of saving a life ms Layla? Such a small thing as even a kidney could very well do that for a 8 year old boy down the hall. His parents have abandoned him and we have no donors so we are desperately searching for volunteers. Then the voices in your head will speak of heroism, and i'm sure the boy would be quite proud that his life was saved from one as beautiful as yourself. Don't worry you will only be in pain for a few days then you will be normal again."

Are at least until he needs something more serious for a shipment.