I'm sorry about how long this chapter took me to post. Hopefully I'll be able to post more quickly for the next chapter. Thank you to everyone who's stuck with me throughout this story. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know someone's reading it. Again, I'd love to hear from you guys if you have the time. Positive, negative or anything in between. I'd love to hear it all. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

John Smith woke up with his head throbbing like someone had hit him over the head with a shovel and feeling as if his limbs were made of lead. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but found that all that came out was a kind of gurgle. He couldn't seem to make his mouth form words.

Everything seemed blurry at first, but after a few moments of John laying on another uncomfortable bed trying desperately to at least move his arms, his vision began to clear. He found himself in yet another drab hospital room. All of the furniture, the armchairs, the white blankets and walls, the curtain separating him from his neighbor and everything else was the same as it had been before. But John noticed subtle differences. The light was coming into the room from the opposite side, so John knew that he had been moved to an entirely new room, perhaps a new wing even. Then, there was the difference in materials that had been left out on the table, anything with a remote point, blunt or otherwise, had been removed, leaving it at basically an empty table. Where was he?

Out of nowhere a round eyed nurse popped into the room. With a startled gasp she cried. "Oh, I didn't know you were awake." And left as quickly as she'd appeared.

John tried to yell something after her, but again his mouth wasn't working right and he appeared to just be grunting loudly at her. John sighed internally. The only doctor in this hospital that he had liked was Martha and he had no idea where she was. It felt like a lifetime since he'd seen her. In fact, she hadn't even been the last doctor that he'd seen; the last person he remembered seeing was Dr. Lumic and that was something he was trying to forget.

It was something about Dr. Lumic that gave John the creeps. He didn't know where this feeling came from, call it intuition, he thought, but when Dr. Lumic entered a room, darkness seemed to trail behind him. And, speak of the devil, here came the old man now.

He entered John's room calmly, almost with a spring in his step. His face could not hide the excitement that he obviously felt. As Dr. Lumic moved closer towards John and away from the door, John could see the nurse from before looking in nervously, no there was something more than that, she looked frightened… of him? John didn't remember ever seeing her before in his life. How could she be scared of him? What had he done to cause her such discomfort? Was he just being paranoid?

"Hello Mr. Smith." Dr. Lumic said, commanding John's attention. He sat down at the end of John's bed, which made John feel very uncomfortable, like snakes were slithering up his back. "How do you like your new accommodations?"

John attempted an answer, but still found that he wasn't quite in control of himself. Instead he grunted loudly at the doctor.

"I understand your discomfort, Mr. Smith." Dr. Lumic nodded as if he'd understood everything that was going through John's head from just that little grunt. "But I'm afraid we had to move you. For your safety and the safety of others, I'm afraid."

John just stared at the old man. Maybe his brain was still off, but he hadn't understood what Dr. Lumic was saying. For the safety of others? What did this mean? What had happened? John searched his memories for anything that could have led Dr. Lumic to say this, but he was drawing a blank.

"I don't suppose you'd remember anything about what happened. Would you?" Dr. Lumic asked, with what John could tell was false sincerity. "Not that you can speak."

As Dr. Lumic was speaking John began to feel something in
his hand, before now his whole body had been buzzing a numb buzz, but now he could feel pain spreading up his hand and into his arm. It hadn't felt this way before. What had he done to it? Did it have something to do with whatever Dr. Lumic was talking about?

Meanwhile, Dr. Martha Jones mind kept going back to the wild look she'd seen in John Smith's eyes, when it should have been counting out the proper amount of pills for a patient. But she couldn't concentrate after what she'd seen.

It had been almost after Dr. Lumic had headed back to his office after spending some quality time with John Smith. Martha understood how imposing and, Martha had to admit, creepy Dr. Lumic could be, so she'd walked into Smith's room to check up on him. She still couldn't decide how she felt about him. He might be crazy, but he wasn't a dangerous kind of crazy and, in fact, he seemed rather sweet.

She'd found John Smith seemingly asleep, which she found to be odd, considering that it had only been about two minutes since Dr. Lumic had left and Martha couldn't figure out how anyone could possibly fall asleep in front of Dr. Lumic. In any case, he looked so angelic while he was sleeping. Any craziness in what he said melted away as he slept so peacefully, his chest gently rising and falling as she slept.

She stepped closer and closer to the sleeping man until she was standing in front of him, looking down on him as he slept. She smiled softly at the sleeping man. She was about to walk away, after all she had other duties that she had to get to, when suddenly Smith's hand came out from under the blanket and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her down with a ferocious strength, that she was amazed that the thin, lanky man even had.

He now appeared fully awake to her and he held her face close to his. She could hear his loud gasping breaths and see a dangerous ferocity in his eyes that was animalistic and just how she'd always pictured insanity.

"Help!" She yelled as she tried to free herself from his iron-like grip. As she tried to do so, both of their arms went flying, thrashing back and forth wildly as the two seemed to do battle. Eventually, they smacked right into John's bedside table and unfortunately for John, his arm took the brunt of it. However, this was lucky for Martha, because as the pain shot up his arm, John released his grasp on her and she was free.

She shot out of the room and into the hallway like a bullet. "Help!" She called again. "This man, he attacked me! I need a sedative now!"

Several nurses and doctors headed towards her. One doctor held a syringe full of a clear liquid, which he'd luckily already had on him. The doctor rushed into the room followed by the others. Martha happened to look up and saw Dr. Lumic standing in front of his office, smiling to himself.

The doctor had given John the sedative, while he'd been held down by the other nurses and doctors. John once again slept peacefully, but now looking down at him Martha saw a very different man, one who's fate had been all but sealed.