Loomis rushed to the medical hall. He had been notified of an urgent situation regarding Michael.
One of the doctors gestured for him to come over. They entered a room where a young girl was sobbing into her hands.
"What is it, Sarah?" asked the doctor, crouching to comfort her.
"I can't tell!" burst Sarah.
"Yes, you can. It's alright, you won't get into any trouble."
"H-he said t-that if I did, he w-would-"
The girl could not continue, and a new wave of tears flooded from her eyes. Dread slowly filled Loomis at the thought of what his patient could have done.
"Sarah, please! Nobody's gonna hurt you. Just, please, tell me."
She looked up and glanced around. Upon seeing that her attacker wasn't present, she continued.
"Aaron Young said his older brother was telling him about the weird kid in the east hall. He said all kinds of things...like he was some sort of demon child. Like he had evil witch powers. That he was gonna kill everyone here!"
"Come on, Sarah. What did he do?"
She fearfully looked up at him. "H-his brother thought i-it was a good idea t-to get r-rid of him. So when the boy was taken out for group, h-he snuck in there and messed up his room. He wrote things on the walls. They were h-horrible."
"What else, Sarah? What else?"
"A-Aaron brought me with him and his brother to s-see. It scared me, what they wrote. It was so mean...And then he came in there and saw us..."
The girl lifted her hair and revealed horrible marks on her neck; they appeared to be from strangulation.
"He wouldn't let go of me. I thought I would die."
"What happened to the others?" Loomis asked softly.
"Aaron ran off. His brother tried to get the boy off of me, and he let me go and then he - he -"
The girl began to cry again. Loomis took her by her shoulders.
"Sarah, what did he do?"
Sarah sniffed. "He bit his arm."
"Yep, it's a nasty bite. Kid's got teeth," said the medical examiner. She was inspecting Robert Young, a mischevious teenager who liked to mess with people. He was gasping in pain - Michael had bitten him on his jugular.
"Luckily it wasn't enough to sever it, but there was a good amount of blood." The examiner wrapped a bandage tight around his arm, very carefully. After it was done, she said, "You're free to go."
Without looking back, the boy took off.
The examiner turned to look at Loomis and the doctor. "Michael could've killed him had he bitten harder. You should isolate him."
Loomis looked sideways at her. "He's already isolated. He's a prisoner within his mind. It controls him. It uses him."
She nodded. "Well, if I were you, I wouldn't leave him unguarded. He could do something much worse given the chance."
