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Alex cowered under Jack's gaze. "It-it-it-it's M-M-M-Max!! At least we think it is..."
The doctor coughed. "One more good thing: The glass didn't go deep enough in her eye to stab her brain, so she'll live." he paused. "Now to the bad news. Ms. Woods has lost all sight in her left eye, leaving her half-blind."
--After the Doctors did Their Thing--


A tall, light-haired male in a doctor's uniform walked to the trio who were waiting in the Wating Room, all anxious. He seemed bored, his lips pressed into a straight line. "Well, I'll start off with good news: The baby is fine,"
"W-what?! N-n-n-no, I didn't! I don't remember doing anything! Last thing I remember is going to bed last night!.." Alex defended himself. He got up looking at the wound in Evelyn's head. "We need to get her to the hospital..."
Alex groaned and sat up, looking around in confusion. When his sights landed on Evelyn, his pupils shrank. "E-Evelyn?.." he whispered.
Evelyn slowly stood up, each movement shakier than than last. Her left hand was pressed against her injured eye and her blond hair was getting sticky with blood. She removed her hand, staring down at the blood dribbling down her arm. Her face lost all of its color, and she soon lost consiousness from blood loss.
Alex hurriedly stood up as soon as Evelyn took Jack's hand, the neck of the bottle still in his right hand, his left hand holding his bloody--and possibly broken--nose.
Alex screeched, letting go of his nose and shoving the two down. He turned to Evelyn, quickly bring the ragged edge of the glass....

down on her left eye.
Evelyn sighed, and kneed Alex where the sun does not shine, a smirk on her face. The male fell to the ground, his hand hitting the beer bottle making it fall. Surprisingly, it didn't brake. The bent over Alex examining his face.
Alex glared at Evelyn. "Bitch!.." He shouted, grabbing the neck of the bottle and slamming it against her head, knocking her over.
shrug

Alex turned, smiling like a freak. "Eeevie!~" he whistled. "Those shorts suit you well," he commented with a smirk. "What are you doing up so early anyways?~" The ravenette stumbled to her, fiercely grabbing her wrists. "Do be a bitch, dearie!~" he pinned her hands against the wall, a hunger in his eyes.
Evelyn glanced at Jack, her pupils shrink. "Jack, go in the bedroom and don't call anyone--especially not the cops." she paused. "That's not Alex, at least we think it isn't. He's suspected of having SPD. If he does, the.. personality that threatened you wasn't Alex.
"Now go."
Evelyn walked through the kitchen doorway, her thoughts racing through her mind. She looked up, spotting Alex. She glared at him, glad he hadn't noticed her. She heard giggles and small hiccups coming from him, his jet black hair messy. On the counter beside was a glass bloss of beer, almost empty.
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