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wasn't
becoming any less violent.
    "Jesus,
is this guy on drugs or something? He should be snoozing by now," the male
nurse said while straining to hold Courtney down.
    "You
think I should give him some more?" asked Molly.
    "Is
that safe?" Courtney asked.
    Without
acknowledging her, the male nurse simply said, "Go get Joan. She can make the
call."
    Molly
walked out of the room, yelling for someone named Joan.
    Clara sat
patiently, chewing on her finger nails. "Are you hurting him?"
    The male
nurse looked up at her and smiled, "Lady, if anyone is going to do the
hurting around here, it's going to be this guy." The nurse stopped smiling
when she saw the worry on her face. "I'm sorry," he grunted, "is
this your guy?"
    Clara
nodded her head in the affirmative. She didn't want it to happen, but a tear
came to her eye.
    "We'll
help him out lady." He smiled again. "My name is Miles. I'd shake
your hand, but that might not be a good idea considering the circumstances."
    A group of
people entered into the room, led by a tired but attractive lady with a brown
ponytail and an air of exhaustion about her. She was followed by the frazzled
Molly, still clutching her bleeding hand to her chest, and a few burly looking
security guards.
    The doctor
took one look at the situation, and sighed, "Alright, you guys, let's get
him strapped down."
    The
security guards moved to Courtney and grabbed him by the arms. As Miles rolled
off of him, the guards pulled Courtney to his feet. He dangled in the air, the
toes of his boots scraping against the tile of the floor as they dragged him to
a gurney in the hallway. They dumped him on the gurney, and that's when
Courtney made his move. He sat up quickly and bit the first man on the forearm.
For as big as he was, the security guard's scream was surprisingly
high-pitched. The burly guard's first reaction was to shove Courtney away,
which sent him and his gurney wheeling away down the hall.
    It would
have been comical if the gurney hadn't knocked over another doctor who hadn't
been paying attention. Courtney rolled off the gurney, blood smeared all over
his face, and pounced on the back of the doctor who was trying to get to his
feet after being knocked over.
    Before they
could get to him, Courtney had sunk his teeth into the nape of the doctor's
neck. The two security guards had trouble prying Courtney's teeth apart. One of
them actually began hitting Courtney, and that's when Clara sprung into action.
    She charged
the security guard who had punched Courtney and kicked him between the legs. He
fell to the ground like a sack of doorknobs. The other security guard with the
bite on his forearm blocked her second kick, which was aimed for the exact same
place. He put his arms on her shoulders and pushed her away. She slid across
the floor, and came to rest at the foot of an oxygen tank. That's when the
screaming began.
    It wasn't
from anyone that could be seen. It was from another curtained off room. The
doctor, Joan, said it all for everyone involved... "What now?"

Chapter 13: Use Your Head
     
    Mort
strained his ears when he heard the police radio squawk to life.
    "Car
32, what's your status? Over," said a male voice over the radio.
    Weasel
picked up the microphone and replied, "Dispatch, we're on the way in with
two suspects in custody. Over."
    "We're
going to need you to shoot on over to 2378 Lincoln. We've got a mother and a
minor trapped in a room. Sounds like the father is possibly intoxicated. We
need you to head on over there and check it out. Over."
    "Isn't
there anyone else? We've got two suspects in the car already. Over."
    There was a
pause on the other end, and then the dispatcher spoke again, "Sorry, 32.
The switchboard's flooded tonight, and all others are occupied. Must be the
full moon. You guys are the closest and most available. Over."
    "Alright,
dispatch. En route. Over." Weasel slammed the receiver home. "Fuck. I
can't believe this shit. Hit the lights, Arnie." Weasel looked over at