Integra watched as the wall in front of her exploded and Alucard was left lying in the rubble as a massive magenta and purple blast faded.
"Just like him," thought the sixteen year old, "to be in the middle of the largest, most colorful explosion." She waited for him to recover and stride cockily from the rubble, but he didn't. As the minutes ticked by, she began to worry.
Heedless of the sounds of not-so-distant gunfire, Integra stepped from her cover behind a staircase and over to her downed servant. "Alucard?" she inquired hesitantly as she knelt next to his still form. Cuts covered his face and his garments were ripped in some places. A few of the rips were bloody; beneath the tears in his clothes were gashes of varying sizes in his flesh.
When Integra spoke his name a second time, the seals on his gloves flashed crimson. Curious, Integra picked up Alucard's gloved hand. At her touch, the seals glowed a bright red that blinded Integra momentarily. When her vision returned, she was holding the bare hand of someone she only vaguely recognized as Alucard.
His gloves were gone and he had shrunk in height significantly. He was no longer clothed in his usual red garb, but something white akin to sleepwear. His face was softer, less maniacal. His flesh was no longer pale as death. And, Integra noticed, his skin was warm.
His skin was warm. This startled Integra the most and caused her to search frantically for a pulse. Vampires were dead and cold. For his skin to be warm, he had to be alive. Pressing her fingers to his neck, she did, indeed, find a pulse. He was alive. How, she didn't know. But he was alive; injured, but alive.
She had to get him out of the building. The gunfire was nearing. "Alucard, please wake up," she pleaded as she gently shook his shoulder.
Alucard only groaned in pain.
Integra had to think through this. If barely moving him caused him pain, she definitely wouldn't be able to drag him from the building. But perhaps, if she could get help...
Reaching for the walkie-talkie at her waist, Integra pressed the talk button. "Walter! Walter, if you can hear me, I'm in the abandoned hotel near the big hole in the wall. Alucard is down; I need to get him out of here!"
She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Walter's voice come through the device. "I will be there momentarily with a few soldiers."
While she waited, Integra looked at this new, living Alucard. He appeared to be about nineteen or so. His hair was still as messy and as black as ever, but it didn't move like shadows as it once had.
Upon hearing people enter the building, Integra instinctively put her hand on the handgun in its holster at her side.
"It's only us, Integra," said Walter as he entered, followed by a few of Hellsing's soldiers. When his eyes settled on the unconscious figure behind Integra, he gasped. "Wh-What happened?"
"I don't know," said Integra with a shake of her head, "but we have to get him to a hospital! He's injured and very much alive."
"Right," said Walter after a moment. "Men, get him to the car. Integra and I will drive him to the hospital."
As one, the soldiers moved to pick Alucard up. Once he was securely supported between the men, they left the building followed by Integra and Walter.
Alucard was slid into the back seat of the Hellsing's luxury car and Walter got behind the wheel as Integra took shotgun.
After Alucard was admitted and some of his medical history and personal information fabricated, Integra and Walter settled down in the waiting room.
It was late into the night and Integra was dozing on the arm of her chair when a nurse came into the waiting room holding a clipboard.
"Excuse me, are you the family of Vlad Tepes?" asked the nurse, looking curiously at the old man with the monocle and the sleeping blond.
"Yes," said Walter as he shook Integra awake.
"How's he?" asked Integra as she sleepily peered at the nurse.
"Very well, all things considered. Would you like to see him?"
Integra nodded.
"Follow me," said the nurse.
Walter and Integra swiftly rose to follow the nurse as she made her way expertly through the labyrinth that was the hospital. They eventually stopped in front of a door that read 322 on its plaque. In a little clear plastic holder on the door was Alucard's fabricated name and his current medical condition, which neither Walter nor Integra could make heads or tails of.
When the nurse opened the door, allowing Walter and Integra entrance, Integra was first to step in and take in the sight of the sleeping Alucard.
He didn't have any machines hooked up to him, save for an IV, and Integra took that as a good sign. His cuts had been stitched and bandaged and he was clad in a hospital gown.
"His wounds have been stitched and bandaged and should heal nicely. He's got quite a few bruises, especially on his back, and he'll be sore for quite a while, but he should heal nicely. We'll have to keep him for a few more days of observation before he can be released and even then he'll need to take it easy; not that I imagine he'll want to move much, his back is one big bruise," said the nurse before walking out.
"Thank you," called Walter to the nurse's retreating form as he took a seat in one of the visitor chairs.
"It's strange, Alucard being human," said Integra as she stood next to Alucard's hospital bed, watching him sleep.
"I can only wonder how it happened," said Walter.
"I don't know," said Integra. "He was thrown into the wall by a magenta and purple light. He broke the wall, and I assume that's what the bruises on his back are from."