Mister Thirteen

~Nyte Bloods~

At her demand the officer simply smirked coldly, glaring slightly beneath his police hat before continuing,"Miss Lynch I would suggest that you tone it down and cooperate. Besides, this hospital has no security, only nurses and doctors, none of whom can capably remove me from this premises."

He paused and then stepped casually to his right, eyeing the nearby portable meal table that was pushed against the wall out of the way. The officer ignored Alice's demand that he leave and turned back to face her again.

"Regarding your diet once more Miss Lynch," he said in a firm yet snake-like tone,"you say that the hospital food isn't much to your fancy as I take it. I myself am not very fond of cafeteria food. Though I'd wager that your a picky eater, madam. A very picky eater."

He stepped back to his left in an ever casual way, his hands and arms now lax at his side. He was looking idly at a nearby calendar hung on the white wall.
He was standing directly in front of the door.

"I can see why your appetite is suffering from un-satisfaction though," he said, lowering his head so that the shadow of his cap shrouded his face,"after all, no hospitals that I know serve a regular course of blood."

His head suddenly snapped up and he whirled around, yet remaining in place as he did so. A sharp, dangerous keen was in his eyes, his nostrils flared at the edges, and his mouth was tight lipped and his jaw jutted out.
His hands were both now at equal behind his back, and his feet were parted in a stance of action preparedness. The flesh around his eyes quivered, his pupils were the size of pinheads.

~Nyte Bloods~

Sorry for the delay, I've been studying all bloody evening I'm afraid.

I'll have a response up shortly enough.

~Nyte Bloods~

"The attacker is still being searched for even as we speak," he said, his voice coarse and rather dry,"now, regarding you, well, I'm afraid I have no say in your official discharge. I do also realize the time, and I have had no hand in the amount of tests the hospital has performed on you. Though I may have to make a round through the blood labs myself."

He paused very briefly, then took a step forward and looked piercingly at Alice, his face sterner than a statues.

"Reports say that you were allegedly bitten on the left side of your neck, and yet..." his eyes swiveled from her face to her left neck side,"I see no bandage, no wound, and no scabbing. Conventional wounds don't heal so quickly Miss Lynch."

His right upper lip wrinkled into a slight sneer which slightly jutted his mustache,"Tell me, Madam Lynch, how has your diet been since admittance to the hospital? How is the food?"

His eyes bore into her, his hands seemed tense, his fingers were each as straight as boards away from his hands.

~Nyte Bloods~

Ten o'clock, the small digital clock in Alice's room made a resounding beep-beep on the far wall as the hour changed, as it had all day throughout the passing hours.

The nurses had drawn the last of Alice's blood for the night with assurance during the last drawing, but ensured her to expect more tomorrow after breakfast.
It had been several hours since the last drawing and no one had been to her room since.

Knock-knock-knock.

A rapping came at Alice's door, followed by it immediately swinging open and closed thereafter.

Into Alice's room came a policeman, not Johnson or Green from the day before, but a different one. This man was noticeably taller than both of them, though had the same similar body build, average but physically maintained. Unlike both of them he wore a dark blue police cap marked NYPD to match his uniform. He had a short-cut yet rather scruffy chocolate-brown beard on his face, and average length hair of the same color, which was plastered over his ears and against the back of his neck with a thick applicant of gel.

Unlike the other two, he did not wear a gun or nightstick at his waist, only a set of secured handcuffs and a taser.

He stopped at about six feet from Alice's bed, raising his eyes to meet her, which were a deep brown.

"Are you Alice Lynch?" He asked,"The woman who was attacked and reportedly wounded on the neck and left for dead outside of the hospital?"
His tone, though not brutish, was rather demanding and interrogative.

~Nyte Bloods~

Quick request; to your last post, add in a short bit about Alice enduring the blood tests and the Cat Scan and the doctor and nurses ensuring that results would be in tomorrow. Maybe throw in a short dinner mention.

This way I can have your unwelcome visitor showing up in the late evening or night time and not have to skip through and leave the day's events unmentioned.

~Nyte Bloods~

Don't worry, your hospital tenure will end shortly. You'll be getting a unexpected visitor in a few hours.

~Nyte Bloods~

It was over an hour before Doctor Williams returned, his arrival announced with a short three-count knock and the opening of the door.

He didn't have his clipboard this time. His face, though rather gravely, wasn't as harsh and prying as earlier.
He approached Alice in a casual step, his arms loose hanging at his side.

"Well, Miss Lynch," he said as he drew close,"you have us stumped. My fellow doctors and I are completely baffled by the spontaneous healing of your wound. Absolutely clueless is a good descriptive phrase."

He clasped his hands behind him, his fingers ringing rather tightly behind his back,"Techinically, physically, your completely healed and well. However, Miss Lynch, my colleagues and I wish to keep at at least for or more day, preferably two. We want to run some in-depth tests on you, blood tests, cat scans, an MRI probably."

He paused for a minute, letting his words sink in, think continuing, in a rather assertive way,"You must understand. Your 'spontaneous healing' from such a severe wound is...miraculous. It's never been heard of in medical history, Miss Lynch, and we are very interested in how your body pulled off something so miraculous."

He turned and headed for the door. As he turned the handle and pulled it open, he looked back to Alice and said,"Just relax for now. I'll schedule a cat scan for you at two, and we'll draw some blood around one, prior to the cat scan. Rest easy until then."

~Nyte Bloods~

Doctor Williams stood frozen in place, Alice's words and the knowledge of the entire ordeal all rattled around in his mind.

This made no sense! How could such a wound heal so fast and leave behind no scar nor blemishes to boot? Her claims were true, when the hospital nurses had found her she was soaked in blood and the report did list a wide, deep open wound that stretched nearly the entirety of the left side of her neck, below her ear. The attending nurses themselves cleaned and cared for the wound and filled out the proper reports.
So it wasn't some kind of a prank or jest, she in fact did suffer such a damaging wound to her neck. But still...

How, how, how did it heal to such a perfect extent in a period of less than forty hours? And no scarring? This is unrealistic!

Doctor Williams was rubbing intently at the bridge of his nose with two fingers, his eyes were squeezed shut, his faced locked into intensity.
He finally lowered his hand and looked to Alice and spoke, the hard look never leaving his face,"Look, this....I don't know..."he trailed off, sighing heavily and looking back to her, his face slightly tendering,"I need to go speak with my associates. I'll be back shortly."

He grabbed up his clipboard and hurried toward the door, pitching the wad of bandages and tape into the trash can by the door as he went.
As he closed the door behind him, his quick footsteps could be heard echoing all down through the long hallway.

~Nyte Bloods~

Doctor Williams faked a weak laugh and responded,"After what you've been through and your incentive is to return to work. Remarkable." He slightly shook his head.

He lay his clipboard down at the foot of her bed, then looked to her saying,"Honestly Miss Lynch. how long you will be here depends on how well that deep wound on your neck heals, or rather how long it takes it to heal properly. It could be a week, it could be two weeks. The immediate concern is fighting off potential infection until it heals within a decent range. When it reaches a point that we're sure it won't turn to infection, then you can go."

He stepped back slightly then, clasping his hands loosely behind his back, then saying,"The good news is there's no signs of infection currently in the wound, or disease. Seeing that you claim you were bitten by this attacker, we've run blood tests, and fortunately there's no sign of transferred diseases."

He gave her a reassuring nod and a short smile.
He then approached her, extending his large hands towards her neck.

"Let's have a look at this." He said ever casually.

He took hold of the edges of the layers of medical tape that held the wad of bandages on her neck in place, and gently began peeling the large applicant away.
He pulled it half way back and peered under the bandage cluster.

His expression changed slowly. His mouth turned downward into a deep frown, his grey eyes narrowed slightly, and his thick eyebrows notched downward into a furrow.

"Hmm..."He grumbled.

He peeled the bandage further back, then without warning snatched from her neck with a ripping of tape.

Nothing.
There was no wound, no blood, no marking, not even a scab.

"What is this..."he grumbled in a harsher tone.
His eyes cut downward to stare Alice in the face as he stood away from her, the was of bandages and tape half clenched in his hand.

"Is this some kind of a sick prank?" He hissed at Alice,"There's nothing there, no wound, cuts, or anything!"

His previously passive expression was now hard and accusatory with rivets of anger as he stared down at Alice, wanting an explanation.

~Nyte Bloods~

Knock-knock-knock.

The knocking of a fist on wood split the air in Alice's room.
Several seconds afterward, with a click of the door handle, the heavy wooden door swung open.

In stepped a tall man in a long, white lab coat with black slacks.
He was an older man, anywhere from his early fifties to mid-sixties.
He had snow what hair which grew in tight curls, which was cut medium length. He had thick, bushy black eyebrows that slanted upward, giving him a passive sympathetic look. His eyes were deep marked with crow's feet and his thin lips were riveted with wrinkles.

The coat, name tag, and clipboard marked him as a doctor.

He shut the door behind him firmly, and as he slowly approached Alice's bed, clipboard tucked under his arm, he loudly proclaimed,"Good morning", his voice loud and powerful,"wake up Miss Lynch, doctor Williams calling."

The digital clock across the room was marked at seven-fifteen, a new day, a new morning.