The Genius Freak and The Bad Boy

Chapter 11

I roamed around the hospital, looking for the venting machine. What kind of hospital doesn't have a venting machine? What do they suppose I should drink? Their crappy hospital coffees? I thought moodily.

As you can see, I wasn't in one of my best moods right now.

When I finally found the venting machine, which was apparently on the third floor, I was ready to bang my head on something out of frustration when I saw the paper that was taped on the machine with red inked lettering printed on it that read 'Out of Order'.

I groaned out and stomped my way back to Drake's room, passing some bewildered and disapproving stares from the elderlies that I passed on the halls.

Screw them and their judgement. I don't need their shits, I got my own piled up in a plate. I grumbled under my breath whilst turning the knob to Drake's room and slamming it close. I didn't expect to hear a yelp from the intruder in the room, so when I heard it, I gave out a small scream before turning around.

I didn't know what to expect but anyone who found a guy, probably no older than 19, bending over your unconscious brother with something that looked like an injection in his hand would have probably done pretty much the same thing that I had done.

My eyes shifted to the injection in his hand and I could feel my heart thumping loudly in my ribcage. The rate of my heartbeat spiked even more when I realized that the tip of the injection was already buried in my brother's arm. My panic and fear for my brother took over and I felt the anger that I felt at the sight of someone trying to harm my brother rush through me.

Before the guy could even comprehend what was about to happen, I ran towards him, picking up the stool on my way towards him, and lunged for the astonished looking man.

I saw his grip loosen on the instrument he was holding (I still couldn't decipher what it is, only that it had a needle buried into Drake's arm) and seized the opportunity by swinging at his head with the stool. He went toppling to the ground and I gave him an extra whack to knock him out.

After making sure that he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, I rushed to pull the instrument out of Drake's arm and inspected it for a while before heaving a huge breath of relief when I found out that there was a lock button, that hadn't been pressed, to be able to inject the liquid.

Thank the Lord. I mentioned a quick prayer of thanks and quickly remembered the knocked-out dude. Cursing under my breath, I made a plan in my head and nodded in determination to myself. He was the only trace I've got to find the guy who did this to my brother.

I left the room for a split second and ran to the small closet I found while I was searching for the venting machine earlier a few doors down the hall from Drake's room.

I tried the door once and found it unlocked – guess it was my lucky day. I saw a string dangling over my head from the ceiling by the lightbulb and pulled on it. The light flickered for a bit before it lit the entire room with its brightness. I looked around for a second to see if I could use anything to bound a certain unconscious stranger and found spare white bed sheets.

"That'd do." I thought to myself, grabbing five bed sheets just to make sure that I would have enough to bind him with. Before I left the room, I picked up a heavy looking object on my way out, in case the guy wakes up before I finish restraining him. I muttered a quick apology and thanks into the empty closet at nobody in particular before pulling on the string over my head once again to switch the light off and closing the closet door. I ran back to Drake's room and immediately got to work.

I made sure to pat the guy down, checking his pockets, his palms and basically every single part of his body; and I mean every single one.

Don't worry, I used the stool for that part. Don't ask how – I just did.