Harwood practically stumbled into the hospital lobby, trying not to drop Marc on the way down. Attempting to keep his footing, he reached the front desk.
“My son’s had a seizure!” He managed to force out. “He’s not responding, I need help!”
The receptionist on duty pulled out a clipboard, and offered it to him. “All right, sir. Just take a seat in the waiting area, and fill this out-”
But Harwood smacked it away, in a fit of displeasure and desperation. “I don’t have time for that! This is a frickin’ emergency, and my son could be dead! This is a hospital, do something!”
After a bit more of going back and forth, Harwood finally managed to get Marc a room in the hospital. He felt even more powerless as he watched Marc being wheeled away on a gurney.
Standing a good distance away, Annette watched as Sinbad lunged for one of the minions, sending him hurtling back to the floor.
The other two could only watch as Sinbad sunk his teeth into his neck. Much to everyone’s surprise, blood proceeded to leak out.
Annette was still mortified at just how brutal and savage Sinbad was right now. She tried closing her eyes, but that didn’t stop the sounds.
Sinbad could still be heard growling and snarling, as he tore a good chunk of flesh out of the man’s neck. When he was certain that he was incapacitated, Sinbad jumped to the next one.
Before long, all three were bleeding on the ground. The only female of the trio was emitting gurgled shrieking.
“Sinbad?” Annette called out to him, trying to get him to come back to his senses. “I don’t think you need to do anything more to them-”
He wasn’t listening. Grabbing hold of one of the cronies’ ankles, Sinbad near-effortlessly dragged him to the incinerator. The entire time, the man was crying out in a garbled plea for help.
Feeling the incinerator’s interior be revealed, Annette tried plugging her ears to block out the pained agony.
By the time he’d thrown the last one in, Elvira appeared at the doorway to the other room. It seemed to pain her even to stand, having to resort to leaning on the door.
When Annette saw her, she took the still raging Sinbad by the shoulder, and directed him to look the other way. She then brought him forward.
“Hey, Elvira,” she said, hoping her composure had recovered enough to speak clearly, “you know what happens if you kick a dog enough times?”
As soon as Annette let go of Sinbad, he pounced on Elvira, and took hold of her neck. Unlike the other three, he began to shake her around like a rag doll.
This time, there was no problem with Annette watching. She merely crossed her arms as Sinbad then flung Elvira across the main room.
When he approached her on all fours, it was at a menacing pace. In an act of desperation, Elvira held her hands up in front of her.
“No, please…Mercy, mercy! Have mercy on an undead being!” Far from the dignified woman she presented herself as, Elvira was now a pathetic, trembling wreck.
Sinbad was clearly not in the mood to give her mercy. Like he did thrice before, he grabbed hold of her, and threw her into the incinerator.
For her, he had no problem cranking it up to the highest possible setting. Annette then listened with a perverse, sadistic joy as the screaming inside started intensifying.
There was nothing heard in the warehouse, besides horrendous shrieks of pain. Then came the begging for clemency, along with pounding on the incinerator’s inner wall.
And then nothing.
The moment it went quiet, something appeared to change Sinbad back to normal. His feral expression faded, and he then fell backwards onto the floor.
“Sinbad?” Annette stepped up to him, and held out her hand to him. “You okay?”
Without answering her question, Sinbad took her hand and pulled himself back up. Annette noticed his facial expression looked much like that of a lost child.
He looked drained, and forlorn. His eyes drifted around the warehouse, then breathily asked her, “Where’s my dad and bro?”
Helping him reach the entrance to the warehouse, Annette answered him. “They’re hopefully at the hospital by now. I’d look there.”
With a single nod, Sinbad then tried to pull out his phone, only to drop it onto the ground. Annette picked it up for him, noting he wasn’t snarking at her yet.
“There’s a number in there, under the name Cressida,” he said to her as she looked through the contacts. “Send her a text message telling to pick me up at the warehouse.”
Annette complied, if only so he wouldn’t have to worry about not getting a ride. As soon as she composed the message and sent it, she gave the phone back to Sinbad.
“You should go before she gets here,” he rasped to her. “She’s probably gotta wake up and get dressed and shit, so I’d get moving now if I were you.”
Either he said this in case the authorities showed up, or he just wanted to be rid of her. Regardless of the true reason, Annette nodded and then reluctantly left him there, alone as she left the premises.
She picked up the pace as she thought of the first place she could hide:
The house she stayed in during the high winds from the other day.
-about an hour later-
When Marc awoke, it was to the sound of a machine, and an old man’s snoring. Trying to shake himself awake, he sat up as carefully as he could.
“Where am I? This doesn’t look like the place we were in, I don’t think…” As soon as he said something, Harwood began stirring next to him.
Harwood rubbed the sleep from his visible eye, and turned to look toward the hospital bed. As soon as he saw that Marc was awake, his mouth opened and smiled.
“Marc!” He cried out as he wrapped his arms around his child. “Xietian xiedi! You’ve woken up!”
Making sure he didn’t cause any problems by jostling Marc around, Harwood began to cry and continued spouting jubilant Mandarin words.
“Yeah, I’m awake,” Marc said as he tried to get Harwood to stop crushing him in his hug, “But what all happened?”
“We were taken by somebody. You had a seizure, and…” Pulling back, Harwood just put his hands on Marc’s shoulders. “It’s going to be hard to explain everything.”