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"Family of Courtney Barlow?" The doctor asked walking out the room as Duncan shot up from his chair, immediately rushing over to where the doctor was standing. "Yes.. yes that is us. What's happening with her, tell me please!" Bridgette lightly placed her hand on his shoulder in a small effort to calm him down as the doctor looked down at his chart. "Her vitals are looking good, we did her stitches, she's all patched and bandaged up in the right places. Just waiting on her to wake up now." "Can we go in?" "Soon we are running a few more tests to be sure she doesn't have any more problems. Just letting you guys know." He gave him a small smile walking back into the room. Duncan rolled his eyes making his way back to his seat picking up his jacket. "I'm gonna go get some food." He huffed walking away from them. "Let him take a walk.. he needs to get out of here." Bridgette explained looking over at DJ and Gwen as they both began to stand up.

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"Alejandro, you have been here since we got here. And you only left to get a change of clothes, please go get some fresh air." "Thank you guys for your concern, but I am not leaving Heather." The Asian woman sighed looking up at him. She didn't want to guilt trip him, but she could see it. He needed to get out of here. "Heather would want you too. God forbid, but if she doesn't make it... you need to be able to live without her." The latino teared up just at the thought, a shaky breath left his mouth as he nodded. "Okay, I'll go get some food and come right back." The woman nodded watching him reluctantly leave as she headed into Heather's room. "Doesn't make it? No, she has to make it. She will make it. This is Heather, she doesn't go down without a fight. She can't just leave..." he took one last look before he headed into the elevator.

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He smirked deeply as he walked down the hall in a nurse uniform pushing a cart. Doctors, and other nurses smiled waving at him as he passed by. He returned the smile, his face switching back to the creepy, evil little smirk after each passerby. He looked down at the ground hiding his face as he made his way over to where the familiar group sat. He walked into the room pulling his nose and mouth mask up it covering half of his face. He let out a low laugh as he locked the door to make sure no one could get in before he crossed back over to his cart. He hummed the tune that he would usually whistle opening up the tool belt, which held an assortment of knives instead of surgical tools. "Let's see. I don't think I should kill you... just yet." He said to himself. "Just want Duncan to suffer some more." Twirling the blade carefully but skillfully in his hand he sauntered over to her bed. His eyebrows furrowed grabbing the blade tighter as he noticed the brunette begin to stir. As if waking up from a bad dream he eyes slowly began to flutter open as she looked towards Mal. "Dunca–" he cut her off by hitting her in the head with the alarm clock that sat on the drawer, knocking her out. "Now to get to work."