Lending a hand

Rufus trundled the cleaning trolley back to the ward he'd taken it from. He figured that would cause the least disruption or suspicion. When he got there nobody gave him a second glance so he went into the ward and sat by an old woman who was clearly seriously ill, with oxygen tubes, intravenous drugs trailing. He held her hand.

Rufus reckoned the man's death wouldn't be regarded as suspicious as he'd been comatose, but just in case, rather than leave the hospital quickly, he would stick around, lest he got caught leaving on cctv.

Hand-holding gave him cover.