#Chapter 63: Another Day Another Hospital

At least we’re not at the same hospital I took the Alpha to, I think bleakly to myself as we pull up in front of the ER doors. The doctors would start to get suspicious of me. My god, how many more attempted murders am I going to have to handle? As a doctor, I’m of course used to seeing blood, pain, injury, even death. But it’s not usually people I care about, and it’s not usually because the person I used to trust most in the world is methodically trying to bump off half the people around him. Including me, I remind myself. Jesus, this could be me next. Or Marcus. Or Emmett again. Charles needs to be stopped. This simply cannot go on. They’re also going to want to call the police, I realize with a horrified jolt as medics come running to our car with a stretcher. We’d called ahead to let them know we were on our way, and they were waiting for us. We’ve got Brady out the car door, but all four of us are absolutely drenched in blood, and Brady is still unconscious, being