>Leave for now, check the other rooms in sequence, and go from there.

You attempt a few questions, but the crawling brain thing just keeps giggling and making race-car noises. You don't have time for this. You get the sinking feeling you might not find anything human in the examinaton rooms, but you'd better keep searching. You decide to pop over to room II, the smelly one.

Is it the stomach or the vomit that's speaking to you? Whatever. The stench is overpowering, and empty pill jars litter the room.