The stretcher pushed the double doors wide open. Doctors, two on each side, jogged alongside the stretcher, checking on their patient every now and then. Ian Malcolm's vision was blurry but he could hear them just fine. "Why do you keep asking me the same question? Nothing's changed in the past ten seconds since you last asked me. Ow! Stop poking me!" He swatted away at a doctors hand.

"Sir, do you know where you are?" A doctor asked.

"In a hospital. In Costa Rica, I believe." Malcolm replied. "And since I'm here, can you give me more morphine? I can feel the pain coming back."

"Don't worry sir, you'll be fine."

"I'm not worried. Who said I was worried?"

Malcolm was rushed into a surgery room. The doctors placed a mask over his nose and mouth. He could feel his mind drifting away from him. The last thing he saw was a masked doctor leaning over him, then he blacked out.

"Rex…tyr….an….ex…tors…apa..sau..us…" Malcolm was mumbling foreign words. He was still unconscious from the anesthesia. Sarah Harding sat in a chair next to him in his bed. She listened to each word that he spoke, trying to piece them together. She looked up at the Costa Rican doctor, who stood behind her. "What is he talking about?" She asked.

"I don't know Miss Harding."

Sarah had lied to the doctors and nurses about her relationship with Malcolm. She told them that her and Malcolm were close friends and had known each other for years. "Please, Miss Harding, you must leave."

"I'm not leaving him. Not until I talk to him."

The doctor sighed loudly.

"I'd like to be alone with him."

The doctor sighed again. "Fine. I'll be down the hall, first room on the left." The doctor then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Malcolm continued to mumble strange words, breathing hard, turning his head, hands shaking. "Ra…..tors…are…ing…" Sarah grabbed his hand. "What?" Now she held his hand with both of hers. She could feel him shaking.

"What are you saying?"

With a jump, Malcolm opened his eyes. Sarah withdrew both of her hands, dropping his. "Dr. Malcolm?" He turned his head slightly to look at her. "Who…are you?"

"I'm, uh..Sarah Harding."

"Sarah…Harding? Why are you here?"

"Well..I..um..heard about an incident on Isla Nublar."

Now she had his attention. Even though Malcolm was on morphine, he could understand everything she was saying, it was as if the drug had no affect on him. "What exactly did you hear?"

"Just that there was an accident on the island. You severely damaged your leg, but survived, along with some others." Malcolm took all of this in for a moment. "So, why exactly are you here?"

"I want to know what happened."

"I broke my leg."

"But how?"

Malcolm was silent for a moment, recalling everything that happened on the island, but he didn't tell Sarah about it.

"You were…mumbling something while you were out…"

"Like what?"

"I'm not sure. It was hard to understand you. All I could make out was 'Rex'."

Malcolm's eyes widened. "Get out." He turned his head, now staring at the wall. "I'm sorry?"

"Get out, leave me alone."

"But I-"

"I don't want to talk about it, Miss Harding."

Reluctantly, Sarah stood from her chair and left Malcolm's room.