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Alina's breath was uneven, her heart was thudding, and her palms were sweaty as she stared down the unconscious figure of Tom, who, she knew, had been kidnapped by Heather and Billy. Examining his tight face, she found a few black streaks crawling up it like worms, and knew that what she'd feared was true. He'd been flayed. And if he was here... her eyes darted around the room anxiously. How many of the flayed had infiltrated the hospital? Would she see Billy here? Heather? Where had Mrs. Driscoll gone? Was she roaming the bloodstained halls, too?
Crouching down before the broken vase, Alina found it was also stained with blood, which meant that Tom had been knocked out by it. Since he was flayed, she deduced that it was Nancy and Jonathan's doing. But where had they gone? They must've fled after knocking him out, surely. But they hadn't made their way back to the waiting room. That meant they were most likely on another floor.
She had to find them fast. Alina left Mrs. Driscoll's room and ran back to the stairwell, closing her eyes when she passed the corpses. Her stomach was queasy, but she ran anyway, heading down the next floor near where the bloodstains lay. Maybe the flayed had chased them down here?
Making her way into this hallway, Alina passed another set of dead doctors, one of them propped up against the wall like her dad had been, his eyes glassy. She stepped back, trying to get as far away as possible from it, but she couldn't stop looking into his dead eyes and picturing the dead eyes of Brandon Fairgrieves. Her stomach contorted, and then she was throwing up again, though it was mostly water this time. Her head ached and her mouth tasted horrible, and Alina wanted to get as far away from the bodies as possible. So, wiping her mouth on her now filthy lavender shirt, she began to run away, and that was when she saw him.
At the end of the hallway was a man, walking up to an area labeled Construction Area: Authorized Personnel Only, and pulling back the curtain. Alina squinted, noticing his shirt was covered in bloodstains, and that the black streaks were crawling up his neck, too. He was flayed. Another one. Another one with their bodies stripped away from them. Another one with their minds ripped in two.
