Legality

The woman at the reception desk was not the Twister.
     Neither were any of the nurses he passed while he was walking. He took his time going through the first floor, making sure to double-check the compass whenever he passed by a room. After ten minutes of walking through the hospital's halls, a few security personnel tried talking to him. He responded by flashing his Twisthunter badge and telling them not to cause a panic. 
     After that, none of the staff bothered him.
     The first floor of the university hospital didn't have the Twister.
     Neither did the second.
     As he walked through the third floor, the compass began bubbling. He focused intensely on the slight variations of where the mercury was leading, and it led him to a room that had four occupants and an open door.
     His head throbbed as he realized who the occupants were.
     There was a pair of older adults, a man and a woman, as well as a boy reading a comic of some kind, and there was a young woman. 
     She had a slender face and her face was angular. Her cheeks were slightly rosy and she was looking at the older adults as they spoke in Japanese. 
     Ramon felt the grim reaper breathing down his neck.
     Without a word, he stepped into the room and approached the young woman.
     She and her parents all looked towards him as he closed the door to the room. 
     "Who are you?" Asked the father in Japanese. He was only a few inches shorter than Ramon, and he wore a pair of stylish glasses. "Are you one of the doctors? You don't look like a doctor."
     "I'm a Twisthunter." Ramon said grimly.
     The father looked confused for a moment, before glancing at the woman lying in the hospital bed, and turning to face Ramon. The mother did the same thing, and the two of them made eye contact with each other before turning to face Ramon again.
     "N-no, you can't!" Said the father. His voice began quietly, but with every word he spoke his resolve became firmer. "I won't let you! Go away!"
     Ramon breathed slowly. The father looked to be in his middle forties, so he was about Percy's age. However, unlike Percy, it was clear that this man didn't keep up a rigorous fitness routine. If he needed to, he would be able to subdue the man, not to mention the boy and the mother. 
     "Sir, I am required by law to subdue Twisters that have gone wild." He said calmly and looked at the young woman in the cot sincerely. "It seems like your daughter is in complete control of herself, so perhaps there is still time for her to receive the surgery."
     The mother stiffened as she heard the last word leave Ramon's mouth.
     "That surgery is no longer required by law! I don't want my baby girl to suffer through a completely needless surgery!" She said strongly.
     Ramon's right eye twitched.
     "Ma'am, the laws about the surgery were repealed five years ago. Your daughter," he gestured at the young woman in the bed with his right hand, who hadn't said a word yet, "is clearly not five years old, which means that you two must have skirted around the law to avoid her having the surgery."
     The parents turned slightly red at Ramon's accusation. He grimaced.
     "You don't understand; Twist is not beneficial. It will kill your child."
     "You work for the government! You're paid to say things like that!" Interjected the father.
     "No sir, I'm paid to kill Twisters." Ramon said firmly as he brushed aside his poncho, revealing his revolver. 
     The hospital room became deathly quiet.
     "If she was far gone enough, I could have come in here and shot your daughter in front of you." He said, his voice hollow. "That's only ever happened..." He held up one slender, bony, finger in front of the parents. "Once. And it was because someone thought that Twist wasn't so bad." 
     The parents were quiet, but their eyes seethed with hatred towards Ramon.
     "If you get her the surgery now, she'll experience intense pain and be bedridden for several months." He stated. "However, she'd be alive. I can't legally do anything other than offer a warning right now," he grit his teeth, "but if you do this for her, than you'll never have to see me again."
     The parents looked at their daughter. She looked back at them.
     "D-don't I get a say?" She said, breaking the silence.
     Ramon looked down at her sternly. He wanted to tell her, and everyone else present, that what they said didn't matter, and that she was going to get the surgery no matter what. He clenched his fist and felt his nails dig into his palms.
     "Yes. You do, in fact, get a say." He said.
     "I see." The young woman said. She turned towards her parents, and the three of them began discussing what to do in hushed tones. Ramon shook his head.
     He hated the bureaucracy of it all; the fact that everyone had a say in the process, despite most people not knowing anything about the real nature of Twist. 
     In his mind, he knew that the parents and the daughter were going to finish talking, and they would tell him that they didn't want the surgery; he would call Percy and tell him what he'd found, then he'd go to T.T.F. headquarters and fill out a report, and then he'd go back home.
     Then four months later, he'd be called in to kill the daughter after she rampaged through Tokyo and killed thousands. 
     He looked down at the compass.
     It wasn't pointing at the daughter.
     He whipped around and looked at the parents.
     "Your children weren't examined for Twist, were they?!" He exclaimed.
     The parents grimaced at his interruption.
     "No, they weren't." The father said sternly.
     Ramon looked at the daughter, laying in the hospital bed, and realized that she wasn't a Twister. 
     His eyes fell on the young boy.