The next day, Lincoln was at a hospital in Romania (wearing light blue pajamas, with shirt open a bit... showing that his scratches have healed, but his bite mark on the neck was still there and an I.V. linked to his arm) still lying unconscious in a hospital bed in a room as a nurse had open the blinds in his room, causing Lincoln to regain his conscious, but still knocked out for a bit.
"Clyde?" Lincoln said as he spoke while still unconscious.
"Mr. Loud? Mr. Loud? I need to look at your eyes," said the nurse (40 years old, 5'8 and a half foot tall, black hair, and had a voice like Emily Mortimer).
The nurse had opened his eyes to check the unconscious Lincoln.
"Is he all right, Karoline?" asked another nurse.
"Yeah, I think so. He just called out right now," said Karoline.
"He's from America, you know. Dr. Johnson is going to fetch one of the members from the American Embassy to see him."
"Chart says he's from Royal Woods, Michigan."
"Michigan, huh? I don't know if it's safe there."
Dr. Bernie Johnson (middle-aged, brown hair and 5'10) enters the room with the two nurses talking and Lincoln still lying in bed.
"Nurse Griffin. Nurse Thomas," said Dr. Johnson.
"Oh, hello, Doctor. Mr. Loud just called out now," Nurse Thomas said.
"Nurse Griffin. We have a man in level 11, Room 1113 who needs to be checked for his throat problem. I want you to check him."
"Yes, Doctor," said Nurse Griffin as she left to do her job.
Dr. Johnson looks at Lincoln, who is still unconscious, putting his fingers on his neck to check if his heart was still beating.
"Nurse Thomas?"
"Yes, Doctor?"
"What exactly did he call out?"
"He said, 'Clyde.' "
"And that would be Clyde McBride, the boy who was killed."
"What do you think happened to them?"
"Well, police reports said that they were attacked by some wolves. Must be some violent animals."
"Wow."
Nurse Thomas and Doctor Johnson looked into Lincoln's eyes to see if he was alright with ophthalmoscope Dr. Johnson was using.
Later at 7:45 pm, Dr. Johnson and another guy (5'8, mid-30s, and blonde hair) holding a briefcase and a hat appeared next to Lincoln as he woke up slowly from his knockout, rubbing his eyes as he opened them and his throat feeling a little dry.
"Hello, Lincoln, I am Dr. Johnson, and this is a countryman of yours, Mr. Hudson," as the doctor said with a smile.
"Hi, Mr. Loud," said Mr. Hudson in a friendly voice.
"Where am I?" "How did I get here?" "Where's Clyde?," said Lincoln in confusion as he looked around in his room at the hospital.
"You're in a hospital in Romania. Some paramedics carried you to the van and took you here. I'm afraid your friend is dead as I hope you prepare for this," said the doctor in a soft voice.
"What? That's impossible."
"I'm sorry, Lincoln, but I'm afraid this is all true, and unfortunately, you're not dreaming."
"Oh, my God. Clyde ...," said Lincoln who froze and was in shock to hear this sad news that his best friend Clyde had been dead, because they had known each other when they were five years old on Halloween night.
He started to cry (while putting his hands on his face) for the loss of his friend.
The two men looked at each other and at Lincoln because of his reaction.
"Uh, Mr. Loud? My name is Mr. Hudson from the American Embassy here at Baker Street. I have informed you and Mr. McBrides' parents that your injuries have healed up and that Mr. McBride's body has been sent back by plane to Royal Woods for burial and that you and your friends' parents had said that they have wired funds for your stay in the hospital. But unfortunately, they also said that they need about two months for you to stay in Romania until they feel better," Mr. Hudson explained to Lincoln as he was still crying.
Then, the doctor called Nurse Thomas to comfort him and help him stop crying as she entered and put her gentle hand on Lincoln's back.
"Now, Mr. Loud, try to be calm. I shall come back to see your progress and send a report to you and your friend's parents. The police have requested to interview you and I have given them permission to do so," the countryman said to Lincoln, still crying.
The doctor then walked the man to the door.
"I'm sure he's going to be just fine. Just in shock, that's all," Dr. Johnson said to Mr. Hudson.
The man and doctor looked at Lincoln in worriment because of this news.
"Wow. He must have been great friends with him for many years. So sad when good friends that have been together for a long time end their friendship so soon," said the countryman before leaving.
By the time the man left, Lincoln had stopped crying and was breathing normal and looked up to see Nurse Thomas who looked beautiful in white uniform. She had blonde hair, snow white skin, and her green eyes seemed cute to him, as she tried to comfort him and hugged him.
Nurse Thomas had let go of Lincoln as he started to be calm and looked at the nurse.
"Nurse, how long have I been here?" Lincoln asked.
"A week," Nurse Thomas responded.
"A week?"
His heart jumped a bit.
"You have suffered some rather severe cuts and bruises, lost a bit of blood, but nothing too serious; black and blue for a while. You'll have a couple of some dueling scars and a neck bite to deal with," Nurse Thomas explained to Lincoln.
"Those animals must have been very fierce ones, the police and people in some town said they have the strength of 11 men," Nurse Thomas whispered to Dr. Johnson.
"Yes, I agree. Wait, did you say a neck bite?" said Dr. Johnson.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
Dr. Johnson had walked to Lincoln and saw that there was one neck bite at his neck, but one hole was there.
"Weird and scary at the same time. Just one hole," the doctor said.
"I'm going to leave now, you send Mr. Loud straight back to bed, I'm going to check on other patients to see how they are doing," Dr. Johnson told Nurse Thomas.
"Yes, Doctor," Nurse Thomas replied.
"Good!"
Dr. Johnson had left the room to do his duty.
"Come on, Mr. Loud, get some rest. I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning," Nurse Thomas said to Lincoln.
"Thanks, Nurse Thomas. I hope so too," Lincoln replied happily to the nurse.
And then he slept for the rest of the night.
Two days later, it was 6:45 pm, two policemen came to see Lincoln, as he was still in shock and tears but after hearing the report of an animal attacking him, he wanted to clear things out. One policeman sat in a chair, while the other leaned against the wall as Lincoln told them his story.
"So that's what happened, me and Clyde were attacked by two animals, but I don't know which animal were they, though.
Lt. Ryder, the first police officer (mid-50s), stood up and replied.
"That's an interesting story, Mr. Loud. But you don't know what animals attacked you and your friend last week?"
"Nope. It was really dark, me and my friend were running and I tripped and Clyde went to help me up and these two animals appeared out of nowhere," Lincoln replied.
Then, a younger officer, Sgt. Fisher, had spoke up and was off the wall.
"That's a weird story, Lieutenant. How could we know which animal attacked them if he said he doesn't know and there's no body of the animal to prove it?"
"I guess we'll find out soon enough," Lt. Ryder replied.
"I guess so- Wait a minute. Dr. Johnson?"
"Yes, Sarge?" Dr. Johnson replied.
"Did he said that these animals were bats and then turned to wolves?"
"Yes, I did. Why do you ask?" Lincoln asked.
"Lieutenant. Doctor," Sgt. Fisher called them.
They got to him and they walked outside and closed the door and talked in a quiet voice.
"What exactly do you think we're dealing with this type of animal?" Sgt. Fisher asked them in confusion.
"I don't know. Vampires, maybe?" Lt. Ryder responded.
"What? That's impossible. Vampires are just a myth," Dr. Johnson responded as he thought that Lt. Ryder was crazy.
"Come on, doc. A bat turning into a wolf? Isn't that something like in the Francis Ford Coppola Dracula movie?"
"I don't know. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning. We'll talk there."
"Yes, doc," Lt. Ryder and Sgt. Fisher said in unison.
Then they all came back inside the room.
"So, Mr. Loud. We found out that this "animal' that attacked you could be a monster," Dr. Johnson explained to Lincoln.
"A monster?" Lincoln replied in shock.
"Yup, but we don't know what monster, though."
"Oh."
"So, Mr. Loud, Dr. Johnson and I have talked to some witnesses about this attack and they said it was something, but don't want us to find out," Lt. Ryder.
"Why?" asked Lincoln in confusion.
"They said if they did, they might get laughed at like crazy lunatics who tell fake stories to other people as if the problem were real."
"Huh. That's a bit reasonable."
"Sure is."
After that, Dr. Johnson showed the two policemen to the door as they said "Hope you'll be alright sometime soon," and had they left the hospital then. Then, the doctor told the nurse to tell Lincoln to get some sleep as it was 10:30 pm. She kissed on the cheek and forehead and told him "Good night, Mr. Loud. Sweet dreams." As Lincoln went to sleep and the nurse both closed his shades and door as she and the doctor left, Lincoln couldn't stop thinking what kind of monster attacked him and his best friend and why.
