Adrastos

Chapter 6

It was Saturday morning, a morning they could have enjoyed camping in Pennsylvania instead of the hospital. Kyle had planned to go to Ohio to scare Mason since elm street was located somewhere there. He knew it was a terrible idea to bring his sister along, but Ellen was too stubborn.

Kyle walked to make him a cup of coffee, his body ached from sitting too long in that uncomfortable chair. Unlike the sleepy heads, he could barely sleep. He somehow has to make this situation spin around in his favour. After brewing his coffee, he took a sip and spat out what was the most horrible coffee he has ever made, "yep, let's buy one instead. "

Kyle stopped at the nearest restaurant, Best Of New York outside of New York. "Okay," Kyle sighed as he walked in. The floor was redwood, and behind the diner were pictures of Michael Jackson, Elvis, and Elton John and a picture of someone who was probably the owner. He rated the restaurant a 3 star mentally. Kyle went straight to the beautiful blonde girl who seemed cheerful as ever when serving customers.

"Welcome to best of New York out of New York. What would you like to order? " she said as her smile widened, she liked what she saw, a royal blue Armani button-down with black slacks. His moon shadowed hair gave him that devil-may-care appearance that screamed wealthy.

"ahem," the wealthy guy cleared his throat, he had told her his order a few minutes ago, but distracted, obviously ogling over him, she didn't hear a word he said.

"Sorry, sir, where were we?" she nervously chirped, her face burned cherry red. She was trying her best to keep this job.

The manager walked behind her and whispered to her, "that, that's Kyle Monroe."

"Just a second, sir," she said to Kyle before turning to her manager whispering, "Thee Kyle Monroe, son of famous..."

"Yes, that Monroe," the manager looked awkwardly at Kyle before waving his hand to him, pushing Cathy to serve him, "make sure you give him whatever he wants if he leaves unhappy, it's over for you and me," the manager said in a condescending voice.

"No pressure," he added, giving her a thumbs up.

"No pressure," she repeated to herself. Taking a deep breath in from her nostrils and out through her mouth. "Sorry about that, sir, but how can I. Help you?"

"Two hot coffee and four cheese sandwiches. As I said earlier on," Kyle smirked as she scrambled for a pen and paper. Nervously writing the order down. She passed the order to the back before she returned, that's when he added, "while we wait for my order I'm going to the restroom... You can join me if you like."

Cathy's eyes bulged out, looking back at her manager, who was eavesdropping yet acting as if he wasn't listening in on the conversation. The Manager quickly spun around, carrying on with work that was already completed. "No pressure," she muttered to herself, nervously looking back at Kyle, "Sure, I don't see why not."

*****

Kyle arrived at the hospital with two now-cold cups of coffee in each hand, his hair a mess, clothes creased, and a smirk hidden behind the bag of sandwiches held by his teeth.

In the private section of the hospital. There were three beds instead of one like Kyle remembered it. Tobias on one bed closest to the door, while Ellen was in the middle followed by Mason by the window. All of them had IV bags, needles stuck into them, and were monitored by machines. "what the hell?" Kyle scoffed, dropping the bag of sandwiches as he opened his mouth. He threw the coffee in the bin and searched for the doctor in charge, Dr. Liz Brooke. She was a red-haired Latina, who had 3 PhDs but did psychology as well.

"What did you do to my family?" Kyle accused. He stood in between the doors of her office that smelt like lavender.
"With all due respect, I did nothing but saved their lives, " Dr. Liz casually said, searching through her files, grabbing Tobi's medical file.

"What's wrong with them? " Kyle asked, clearly concerned. He folded his hand before moving out of the way.
"We are running tests," she said, leading Kyle to the room. Dr. Brooke then pulled out a torch, opening Tobias's eye and checking his reaction to light. As she thought, her patients were in a coma. "I understand why he may be in a coma, trauma to the head, but these two it's hard to say. "

He let out a heavy sigh, dropping to an empty seat, "perfect. "

"Does your two friends over here suffer from anything? Like seizures or diabetes, are they taking any sort of medication?" Dr. Brooke asked

"Doctor eh-" Kyle struggled for a name to call her.

" Call me Liz, " she interjected.

" Right, so Ellen has epilepsy, and my friend over there suffers from night terrors, so he takes some kind of meds to help."

Liz wrote down what Kyle told her. "thanks, that was helpful. I'll just run some more tests and be back, " she said, rushing out. Kyle ran his hand through his hair. For a fun trip, this is surely stressful. He walked out of the hospital building and slipped out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out, placing it on his lips, ready to light it.

"Smoking again, I thought you stopped" Ellen's voice ringed in his head, remembering the time she caught him.

"Shut up, " he mused as he lit the cancer stick. He felt guilty. It's been about a year since he inhaled any type of smoke, but smoking was the one thing he knew that would almost calm him down. Kyle definitely needed to calm down, his insides were being shredded through a blender. If only he had left his sister, this would have never happened, or if he took her in the store with him. They'd all be having fun by now.

Kyle settled himself down on the bench that was near the emergency entrance. He lit another cigarette lost in thought, he'd lost count of how much he has blown through, by the look of emptiness in his box, lungs, and the rate he's going, he'd be down with the entire pack within the hour. Possibly need a new lung, but he needed answers, answers he didn't know how to get.

An ambulance pulled up and stopped in front of the hospital entrance, nurses pulled out two guys in stretchers. Kyle took one last pull and puffed a cloud of smoke before flicking the cigarette to the bin, missing it, "tsk, stupid."

As he went closer, he recognised both the guys, "excuse me, sir, you're not supposed to be here," one of the nurses insisted, pushing Kyle out of the way.
Kyle moved out of the way, eying the guys being pulled away. It was the guys who Tobias and Mason fought. Both of them were badly beaten up. He followed the nurse until he bumped into Liz who was brought to check on the latest two victims. "I told you I'd tell you when I get the results for..."

" I'm actually here for these two," Kyle interjected.

"I'm sorry I can't say unless they related to you," she said, giving her co-workers a look that said they should deal with him, and so two of the male nurses tried shoving him out of the emergency room.

"Even if those two were the cause for Tobias's condition and Mason's broken nose," Kyle yelled over the male nurses.
"Especially if it's related to that," Dr. Liz said in a condescending tone. Kyle gritted his teeth, tearing from the grip of the nurses, and stormed off, but doctor Liz stopped him. "Meet me in my office," she ordered.

Kyle sat on the chair impatiently, his fingertips tapping the mahogany desk. Everything was square and properly spaced. There wasn't much, just some medical files, a phone, a black pen, and a picture frame. Behind the desk was a steel cabinet, there was a dark walnut bookcase lining the entire left wall.
"Screw her for wasting my time," Kyle said as he got up, searching the file cabinet. There was a tarantula in a glass cabinet behind him, watching him scroll through a bunch of names. Kyle found Mason's file, taking a seat on Dr. Liz's comfy office chair. On the side of his view was a picture of a child who looked a lot like Liz, just younger, cuter than the stern look she has now. Next to her was a red-haired woman who looked like her mother. Wasting no more time, he quickly opened Mason's file.

It had weird terminologies, stuff he couldn't understand, like the word narcolepsy. Mason's symptoms are familiar to the victims of SUNDS.
Other information had Mason's blood type which was blood type o same as Ellen's.

Kyle turned the page, and it was an old document. Mason has been in this hospital when he was 10. According to the documents he met up in a severe accident. He had a fractured skull and was comatose for six months, he was the only one who survived the accident. Kyle's uncle, Dan discharged him. "That doesn't make sense," Kyle said to himself. The next page had a death certificate of Steve Williams, which Kyle was about to see had Dr. Liz not cleared her throat, causing him to drop the file.