Chapter 13– Noch Bratstvo 2: Krasnyi Pravuyu Ruku (Night of the Brotherhood 2: Red Right Hand)

You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but, he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'll warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand

Xavier Stanfield was escorted into the Edmonton Remand Centre by two well-armed police officers after being processed. Normally, Xavier would be thrown in a special holding unit in the basement of the correctional facility, but a recent discovery of a group of unregistered vampires had the unit nearing overcrowding conditions. In a bit of ironic placing, Xavier was placed into a cell with Charlie Lamb, awaiting his first day in court to enter his guilty plea for his role in the subsequent assault and gang rape of Claire Sawyer. “Gotta love this, a tit biter and an anal rapist!” the one officer commented as they locked Xavier in with Charlie Lamb. “You got to be fucking kidding me!” Charlie protested as Xavier quietly took to the opposite end of the cell. “You’re not leaving me in with that monster!”

“Keep it down, Lamb!” the second guard shouted at Charlie. “I’ve been itching for an excuse just to kick your teeth down your throat!”

“He’s a vampire for a thirst for Lithuanian breast milk and he’s a frat boy who didn’t realize ‘No means no!’ – this fall on CBS!” the first guard mockingly announced as if this pairing would make good fodder material for a television comedy. The two guards shared a laugh as they walked away. They passed by another inmate, a normal-sized male hipster. Sitting in a corner, the hipster was hunched over, moaning in agony. “Please somebody help me!” he cried in a whiny voice. “My stomach really hurts!”

“The fuck is his problem?” the first guard asked.

“Dipshit was arrested for selling pot,” the second guard replied. “Came in complaining about a stomach ache.”

“Shouldn’t we send him to the infirmary?” the first guard asked.

“He was already there. Nothing was found,” the second guard said.

“You got to believe me! My stomach, there is something in there and it hurts!” the hipster moaned once again. The second guard rattled the bars of the cell doors with a flashlight. “Shut the fuck up!” he said menacingly to the hipster.


Grant Roberts sat in the break room at the Royal Alexandra Hospital. His usual quiet time of meaningful reflection tonight was interrupted with thoughts of his reunion with Anya. Was she right about being a fool for wanting change? Was he indeed the one thing he hated the most – an archetype? Why would she still be willing to take him back into the fold time after time being nothing but a disappointment? Those thoughts were cheerfully interrupted by a cute Yorkshire accent belonging to Amy Moore. “Penny for your thoughts, love?” she asked as she sat down with a brown bag containing her lunch.

“Oh, hey,” Grant said, slightly disoriented. “Busy night so far?” he asked her rather clumsily.

“Not really. Been pretty quiet so far. A little too bloody quiet if you ask me.” Amy stated as she took out a tuna salad sandwich from her bag. She offered half of it to Grant, who politely declined. “Already ate” Grant told her.

“Ya know, I don’t think I have ever seen you anything. You on a liquid diet, mate?” Amy jokingly asked.

“I guess you could call it that,” Grant answered in a total deadpan manner that Amy had slowly gotten used to. “Surprised your not with your usual crew of nurses.”

“Well, Karen is helping Doctor Bellum right now in the ER. Joyce and Casey are on their days off now. Speaking of which, you still owe me a darts rematch.”

“Indeed we do. When were you thinking about doing it?”

“I was thinking maybe after work, your place,” Amy said slyly and with a sparkle in her eyes. “You did say you owned a nice board, right?”

“I did indeed,” Grant answered nervously. “It’s just my roommate, well, he’s been a pain lately” he continued, trying to think on the spot of a lie.

“Didn’t realize you had a flat mate.” Amy said. “You two… ya know?”

“Oh god, no! We also have a female roomie too” Grant stated. “And I think she’d be more worried if I brought someone over.”

“So it’s some sort of reverse ‘Three’s Company’ thing you got going on there?” Amy asked.

“If only it weren’t so difficult to explain,” Grant told her.

“Well, if its any consolation, my Nana Moore just sent me my granddad’s old board from home and I just got it yesterday,” Amy stated and then asked with hope in her voice “We could, I dunno, do the rematch at my flat. I just live there by myself so no annoying flat mates getting in the way”, she added jokingly.

“Well then,” Grant paused and thought for a moment. It would be nice to just do something that didn’t have to concern himself with Anya, his upcoming case, or all the trials and tribulations of being a vampire in these modern times. He wanted to go back to that first night out with Amy and recapture that feeling he has not had since his years before being turned. A feeling of being human, as it were. Once that thought came across, Grant replied “Sure. Why not?”

“Great! So we’ll take the cab to my flat after work.” Amy said with a renewed sense of energy. She then noticed her break time was over and making sure no one was looking, gave Grant a quick peck on his cheek. “See ya later, love!” she told Grant as she walked out. Grant did notice a certain spring in her step. “Crap. What did I just agree to now?” Grant asked to himself and aloud, possibly realizing he had agreed to something he was not ready for.


The music blared loudly from Kaitlyn’s radio as she frantically worked on the treadmill. Wearing a matching grey running shorts and sports bra combo, Kaitlyn kept running at a steady, yet increasing pace. Running was Kaitlyn’s way to keep her mind focused off any chances of sleeping, which she tried to do after coming back from her latest confrontation with Anya. However, all Kaitlyn was able to do was toss and turn, not feeling comfortable in her own bed. And the moment she was able to fall asleep, Kaitlyn found herself back in her reoccurring dream of being in the diner. This time, the only occupants were Kaitlyn and herself as a ten-year old child. The child sat alone in a booth, working on a drawing. The older Kaitlyn sat down and looked at the drawing - a man with a red right hand, surrounded by what appeared to be a pack of wolves. Then the same hand appeared in real time as it grabbed the younger, innocent Kaitlyn from the table. She cried and screamed for help as the older Kaitlyn found herself unable to reach out or even get up to rescue herself. At that point, Kaitlyn woke up, noted the dream in a journal she kept, and then had the urge to run. She remained focused on running, not realizing the music was too loud; and not noticing the furious knocking on her door from an irritated neighbor. Seth Rollins appeared and turned off the radio, which did not seem to faze Kaitlyn. The only way Seth was able to get Kaitlyn’s attention it seemed was to gently pull on her pony-tailed hair like a kindergartener would. “What the hell, Seth?!” Kaitlyn exclaimed as she hopped off the treadmill and nearly took a swing at the precarious poltergeist.

“Whoa, relax, it’s just me!” Seth said, trying to calm her down. Kaitlyn wiped off a bead of sweat from her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. “What did you do that for?” she asked as she began stretching her legs.

“You just seemed a little too focused,” Seth told Kaitlyn. “Like ‘Grr! Kaitlyn smash!’ full-on werewolf focused. Last time I saw you zone out, it was…”

“The first time I caught you rifling through my underwear drawer. Don’t remind me,” Kaitlyn finished off Seth’s sentence. “Wasn’t one of my proudest moments.”

“So what’s got you all worked up tonight?” Seth asked while Kaitlyn pulled out a yoga mat and sat down on it.

“Anya. Once again, she did some weird-ass mind game with me,” Kaitlyn answered as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on some inner peace. “Wish I knew exactly what she did to me, or even said to me.”

“Well whatever it was, it seems like she really got in your head. And not just the whole teasing faux-lesbian act to get your goat, but like she is in your head ‘Being John Malkovich’ style.”

“Which is why I am here now, trying to get it out of my system,” Kaitlyn calmly stated as she took in a series of deep breaths.

“And if that fails?” Seth asked. Kaitlyn then calmly answered “Well I’m gonna see Laura tomorrow and see what her take on it is. But in the meantime, I would suggest make some popcorn and see what we got saved on the PVR because it could be a ‘Keep Kaitlyn’s Mind Distracted’ night.”

“Wonderful,” Seth said with enthusiasm. “Sounds like the good ol’ days.”


Sergei Koloff studied with great intent the information on a computer screen inside the downtown offices of the Edmonton Police Service. As part of the new chief’s regime change of investigating vampire and all other supernatural activity, Sergei and Cameron Swift were instructed to install a giant database program into the police computer mainframe. Now here it was, almost midnight, and the two of them were alone - except for a small cleaning crew – making sure the program was fully running and with no major bugs. One of the first things Sergei decided to check on was werewolf folklore that was indigenous to various aboriginal tribes in North America. Looking over his shoulder, Cameron asked Sergei “What exactly are you looking for now?”

“In most experiences, the werewolves I tracked and hunted were always in packs of four or more.” Sergei answered the inquisitive Cameron. “Going back to a theory about the Mill Creek Ravine Reaper being a werewolf, it doesn’t make sense. Outside of the Bratstvo Kresta’s apparent arrival here recently, Edmonton has never had a single complaint about a werewolf attack. Yet, combing through the autopsy reports, to me it does point to a werewolf.”

“Huh. Cool story bro,” Cameron said, showing signs of fatigue.

“Meanwhile, there is a ‘lone wolf’ archetype that does appear in various forms of folklore. A spirit that finds itself lost from its pack and somehow finds its place in the world,” Sergei went on to say. “A spirit that finds a motivating factor to justify its existence in a world where the wolf spirit is uncertain where it fits. I think if a werewolf was truly responsible for those deaths, that is the type of wolf we are looking at.”

“So, it just killed a bunch of rapists and child molesters, had its fill, and walked away like the Incredible Hulk?” Cameron asked.

“I am not familiar with this ‘Hulk’ you speak about, but that is a possibility.” Sergei dryly answered as he found an interesting medical exam report dating back to 1995. A report of an eighteen-year old female found in a farmer’s field, partially naked. Her back was badly scratched, as if done by some kind of animal. The rest of her body was bruised and battered. Toxicology reports indicated she had an elevated blood alcohol level and a large amount of GHB as well. Sergei scanned over to the name of the victim and had a stone cold look on his face. Cameron also noticed and panicked “Hey, I don’t know how things are done in ye olde Ukraine, but we usually don’t investigate one of our own here!”

“Duly noted,” Sergei said as he closed the window and the program. However, Sergei did make a strong mental note about the name as it directly relates to the next officer he planned to question in regards to the irregularities in the Ravine Reaper case. That name belonged to Kaitlyn Russo.


Outside the Edmonton Remand Center, five men in matching black leather trench coats stood waiting. All five men also bore the same facial features: short, shaven black hair; stoic-looking chins; the only difference was two of the men were clean shaven and three of them had beards. They all stood perfectly still, as if they were soldiers waiting for their next command. A faint ring tone emanated from the pocket of one of the men – the one in the middle and the larger of the five men – who then took out a cell phone from his respective pocket. He conversed in Russian with the caller on the other end of the phone. The conversation was brief and to the point as he was done it seemed within a minute. Addressing the other four men, he spoke to them “We wait until she arrives with the necessary vehicle.” All four nodded in unison. However one of the smaller of the four men spoke with a very thick Russian accent and in broken English to the apparent leader of this group “Why must we wait for errand girl?”

“Because my brother,” the middle man said. “She has promised us much mayhem tonight.”

“More than the meatheads we tore apart last time?” another of the men asked, also with a thick Russian accent.

“Konecho, moi bratya” the middle man said as all five of them smiled. The smiles and look on their faces could be best described as a mix of crazy and lust for blood.


“Please, won’t somebody help me?!” the hipster inside the Remand Centre cried. “My stomach doesn’t feel right!” As a guard passed by the hipster and chided him to be quiet, another inmate commented to the guard “Hey put me in there with the princess there. I’ll make sure his asshole won’t feel right either!”

“I might take that into consideration,” the guard said and then looked at the hipster “If you won’t shut up and let these people sleep!”

“Just let me see a doctor!” the hipster protested. A few cells down, Charlie Lamb tossed and turned, and finally shouted. “Someone just take him down to a doc so he’ll shut the fuck up already?!”

“All right, all right then!” the guard said as he rolled his eyes and radioed in: “Need a nurse and doctor to the infirmary, over.” The guard then opened the hipster’s cell and make him get out. “You better be really sick or I am so kicking your ass!” the guard threatened the hipster, who continued to clutch at his midsection and moan in pain.


The quiet roar of a diesel engine came from a few blocks away where the five men stood, waiting for their errand girl. A set of bright halogen headlights shone as a white one-tonne Ford crew cab pulled up to the men. Behind the truck was a stock trailer, empty for the moment. Two people emerged from the vehicle. One was a pale-skinned tall skinny man with a red glove on his hand. The second person was Anya, wearing a black cowboy hat and a complete cowboy ensemble, including chaps. “Well boys, are you ready for the round-up?” Anya asked the five men.

“We are displeased that madame insists of sending you to be our contact.” One of the men said to Anya.

“Well this isn’t exactly a picnic for me either,” Anya told him. “If I had my way, I would have left you all to rot in that cell in Siberia!”

“And if your master was not kind in her advance pay” the smaller of the five men said in broken English “We would have ripped you to shreds by now.”

“Glad we’re all on the same uneasy page,” Anya sarcastically said. “Now then, two of you will go down and round up our friends in the basement. The rest of you, feel free to raise as much hell as you want!” she instructed to the five men. “We go now?” one of the men asked.

“Not quite yet,” Anya said as she removed a cell phone from her breast pocket and looked at the time. “Just got to wait the right time to make an important phone call.”


Xavier Stanfield quietly sat in his cell while his cellmate Charlie Lamb still tried to sleep. With the incessant whining of the hipster gone, Charlie still felt restless in the cell. “This is all your fault!” Charlie said to Xavier, who calmly remained sitting.

“How so?” Xavier asked.

“Your kind. If you weren’t wanting to have the same rights as us, I wouldn’t be here right now!” Charlie stated.

“If its any consolation, not all of us want to be treated like you anyways.” Xavier retorted back still calmly as Charlie seemed to increase in his anger.

“If some of you fangers weren’t so uppity about being treated like equals, goofs like Pastor Love wouldn’t exist and we wouldn’t have been tempted to make fun of his crazy shit!”

“Interesting. You do not necessarily believe in his words?”

“Hell no! Sure, you are all monsters, but come on! ‘Fang feces’! ‘Fang doomed flag of Canada!’ That don’t sound like the words of a sane man!”

“And I suppose mocking their actions and violating an innocent woman are the actions of a true sane man?”

“Don’t get all metaphysical with me, fanger!” Charlie yelled at Xavier. “I bet you’re thinking about feeding on me, aren’t ya?”

With much disdain, Xavier answered “You are not my type. I prefer my normal mortals to have some brains.”

“Yeah, because all those hookers’ tits you bit were secret physicists!” Charlie mockingly replied back.

“There is a difference between feeding for sustenance and feeding for fun. Those women were for fun.” Xavier once again replied back rationally. “You are from inferior stock and are no fun to me.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Charlie asked, not realizing he had been greatly insulted.

“You obviously have no idea what is in store for your whole lot, do you?” Xavier asked with a slight smile to his face as Charlie angrily tossed on his cot.


The young male hipster kept moaning in pain as the guard escorted him down to the infirmary. A solitary male nurse was inside reading a magazine as the guard knocked on the door rather forcibly and impatiently. “All right, all right! Keep your pants on!” the nurse shouted as he got up and opened the door. “Oh for the love of god,” the nurse exclaimed as he rolled his eyes at the sight of seeing who was there, “Not this shithead again!”

“Look, he keeps whining and keeping the other prisoners up,” the guard stated. “He’s gonna get shanked in the morning if he keeps it up.”

“Please help me!” the hipster cried out. “My stomach doesn’t feel right!”

“He was in here after processing and the initial medical exam found nothing,” the nurse told the guard.

“Look, just humor him, okay?” the guard asked the nurse. “All right,” the nurse said as he guided the two of them inside the infirmary. “Remove your shirt and lie down there,” the nurse instructed the male hipster. The hipster took off his shirt and lied down on an examining table. The nurse did a quick oral exam and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. The nurse then felt around the abdominal region of the hipster. “Hmm,” the nurse commented as he noticed an irregular depression in around his navel. “This doesn’t feel right.”, the nurse observed.


Outside, Anya and the five black-clad men waited. Anya checked her watch and noticed the time. One minute before midnight. “All right boys, you may want to shield you eyes,” Anya told them as she placed on a pair of tacky looking sunglasses. Removing a cell phone from her pocket, Anya dialed a number and waited. “You’ll know when to go, gentlemen”, she said with a sadistic smile on her face.


As the nurse continued to feel around the strange depression in the hipster’s stomach, a ring tone from a cell began to play. The guard took his own cell out from his top breast pocket, but noticed it wasn’t his. “Don’t suppose you have yours on, do you?” the guard asked the nurse. Almost afraid to look, the nurse hesitated in his answer ”Um, no?”. The ringing kept going on as the nurse then noticed the source of the sound. “It’s coming from inside him!”, the nurse proclaimed and pointed out to the guard.

“What the fuck? He swallowed his cell?” the guard asked in shock

“I have a feeling it’s not simply a cell phone,” the nurse guessed as the ringing stopped and a frequent beeping began to emanate from the indentation of the stomach. The beeping became more rapid and frequent. “Oh shit!” the nurse shrieked in horror. “Get everyone out of here now! It’s a…”

BOOM!

Outside, Anya’s smile grew bigger as she watched the explosion take out a good sizeable chunk out of the Remand Centre’s north wall. She licked her lips in anticipation, getting a bit of her ruby red lipstick on the tip of her tongue. “Go forth!” she ordered the men, who all ran off, except for the last of the group who Anya took aside for a moment. Pulling out an ascot that she kept tucked in-between her breasts, she held it in her hand and put it up to the man’s nose, as if making him obtain a particular scent. “You, find the vampire with this smell and bring him to me. By any means necessary.” “Da” he said in agreement as he quickly ran off to join his compatriots, who all shifted from men to a pack of Eurasian Wolves, splitting into three different directions as discussed earlier.

“We’re in lockdown mode! All non-injured prisoners are to remain in their cells!” a guard ordered everyone who wasn’t shaken or injured from the blast. Alarms blared throughout the building, drowning out shouts of confusion and fear from everyone. Guards remained armed in one of the few places not affected by the blast – in the basement where the vampires were kept. One of the guards down there heard a faint footstep going down towards him. “Identify yourself!” the guard shouted as he cocked his service revolver, but was not anticipating being quickly taken down by a wolf. The wolf quickly leapt at the guard’s arm, almost ripping it off instantly. Gunshots came from the other guards, who found themselves quickly overpowered by a larger, snarling beast – a fully formed werewolf. The werewolf made quick work of the remaining guards as the wolf shifted into one of the five men, who grabbed a set of keys from a freshly torn-apart guard’s body. He went towards the cell door and unlocked it. Speaking in Russian, the man commanded the vampires to move quickly and to follow him out for freedom. The vampires seemed confused but wasted no time following the orders. “My dolzhny prisoedinitsya k nashim bratyam v ih krovi,” the man said to the werewolf as he too joined in and took on his full form. The two lumbering beasts stormed up the stairs, snarling and drooling.

Xavier Stanfield remained stoically calm as everyone else around him panicked. Charlie Lamb was no exception to panicking. “Oh man, oh god!” Charlie kept repeating over and over. Xavier quietly chuckled to himself - and in a cold, yet, mocking fashion – asked Charlie “Where is your God now? A God who allows us to walk free while you now will spend the rest of your life trapped like the beasts you claim to hate?”

“Shut the fuck up, fanger!” Charlie shouted at Xavier, in between sobbing like a baby. A single wolf appeared as the guards opened fire on it, only to have the animal quickly dodge all the incoming bullets. The wolf leapt up and tore one of the guard’s throats apart. The remaining guards ran off, scared and responding to radio chatter of four large beasts tearing up the west wing. The wolf changed shape back into its human form and in an feat of superhuman strength, ripped off the cell door to Xavier and Charlie’s cell. “Mistress insisted I bring you to her,” the man told Xavier. Charlie cowered in the corner, until he made a foolish stance. “You!” Charlie shouted at the man. “You gotta be the one who attacked me that night!” Charlie charged after the man, who, in a rapid-fire movement, punched out Charlie with one shot to the jaw. “Be grateful you do not join your fellow man tonight,” the man coldly told Charlie as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. The man and Xavier calmly left the building amid the sound of alarms, gunfire, and screams of mercy from various men and women inside the jail.

The red-handed pale man opened the back of the stock trailer, anticipating an oncoming herd heading towards his and Anya’s general direction. Just then, dozens of vampires ascended into the scene, and quickly went into the trailer. Once the last of the stragglers found their way in the trailer, the man closed the door and motioned to Anya that this part of the plan was now complete. Anya waited until she saw Xavier and one of the five men appear from another direction. Xavier ran into Anya’s arms, nestling his head onto her ample chest. “Did I do good, mommy?” Xavier asked Anya like a child looking for positive attention from a loving parent.

“Oh yes you did, sweetie” Anya said as she stroked Xavier’s head, looking upon the carnage the blast had done. Emergency vehicle sirens echoed throughout the once relatively quiet downtown area. Anya and Xavier made their way into the awaiting crew cab truck, whose engine was warmed up and ready to drive away as inconspicuous as possible.


Kaitlyn Russo finally found her moment of peace and quiet – falling asleep on her couch, clutching a small throw pillow like a security blanket of sorts. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table as the television remained on. Showing an unusual sign of compassion and concern, Seth Rollins draped a comforter over Kaitlyn. It was now well past one in the morning, and the events occurring downtown remained unknown to the two of them. It remained unknown to them, until Kaitlyn’s work cell began to ring.

“Dammit, she just went to sleep!” Seth said as he grabbed the phone and placed it beside Kaitlyn. Hearing the ringing, Kaitlyn slowly woke up and answered the phone. Not fully awake, she yawned and moaned “Mmm, hello?” On the other end was Simon Fererra, who was frantically speaking over sirens “You better get down here, Kaity!”

“Simon? Do you know what time it is?” Kaitlyn asked as she rubbed her eyes.

“I know, but some major shit went down at the Remand Centre!” Simon replied back. “Joanie’s freaking out! The chief is freaking out! That vampire we took in tonight got out!”

“Whoa, slow down. What? Got out? How?”

“A bomb went off, and he and whole bunch of unregistered vamps got loose. Sergei is on the hunt for some wolves apparently. All I know right now is that the entire task force is being called in.”

“All right, all right.” Kaitlyn said as she got off from the couch and slipped off her pajama bottoms. “Give me about five, ten minutes to get there.”

“Yeah, sure, see ya!” Simon said as he hung up on his end. Kaitlyn slipped on a pair of simple slack pants and a plain cotton t-shirt. Grabbing her gun, Kaitlyn paused as if a thought just hit her in the head. “My god,” she said aloud. “She set it up all along.” Bringing in the bowl of popcorn, Seth came into Kaitlyn’s bedroom and asked “Who set what up with the who now?”

“Anya,” Kaitlyn said as she placed on a bullet-proof vest over top of her torso. “She allowed us to take in that Stanfield kid so she could gain access to a bunch of vampires being held.”

“But why?” asked Seth.

“I wish I knew what her intentions were,” Kaitlyn answered, but based off her previous encounters with Anya, it could very well be an answer Kaitlyn would not want to know.


A scene of frantic urgency fell upon the emergency ward at the Royal Alexandra Hospital. Paramedics rushed in casualties from the explosion – mostly prisoners and guards. Every prisoner was under heavily armed protection from police officers, who kept getting in the way of oncoming nurses, doctors, and paramedics. “All right, have the burn units ready!” a doctor ordered as he and Amy Moore handled triage procedures. “Let Doctors Anderson and Bellum know we’ll be taking in a lot of second and third degree burn patients here! Roberts, make sure all non-emergency patients are looked after!” he bellowed at Grant, who was busy attending to bandaging up a wounded Remand Centre guard. Grant then moved onto the next patient, a semi-conscious Charlie Lamb. Despite his opinions on the young Lamb, Grant did have a duty to attend to his medical ailments. While possibly suffering the effects of being knocked out, Charlie was not too impressed once he realized who was working on him. “Oh, fuck me!” Charlie said in a dazed tone. “You! You’re the fanger who got me in all of this mess!”

Not this again! Please, of all nights, not tonight! Grant thought to himself as he remained calm and told Charlie “Please sir, just lie down and let me…”. But Charlie wanted nothing to do with Grant. “Fuck off, fanger!” Charlie yelled as he sucker punched Grant and then tackled him to the ground. “Come on, fight back, fang fucker!” Charlie screamed, ripping off the right sleeve of Grant’s top to reveal the legally mandated “V” armband. A pair of other nursing aides came and grabbed Charlie off of Grant. The triage doctor yelled “Get that man sedated stat!” Meanwhile, half of the staff stared in amazement at Grant, who slowly got up, and finally realized his secret had now been revealed. A sudden hush fell across the ward. Among the many dumbfounded lookers was Amy Moore, the girl who made Grant feel at least normal. Now that he has been revealed as anything but not normal, Grant worried about how Amy would react to this sudden outing. Possibly to avoid any major questions, Grant quickly ran out of the ward as everyone else returned to work.