Petersman
They looked to the doorway to see Michael Petersman grinning back at them wearing a doctor's coat. They tried to keep calm though fear coursed through their veins. Where was his gun when he needed it Aaron thought.
They glared at him as he stepped over to the bed and picked up his chart smiling. He then approached the bed as Aaron tried to get away from him as gingerly as possible without causing himself any more damage. Why couldn't he have the strength to fight back instead of being this mess?
"Don't you dare touch him," Valarie shouted trying to pull him away. She didn't care what he did to her she just had to keep him from her son. He couldn't worsen Aaron's condition. She knew how seriously ill and injured her son was.
He pushed her back with such force she fell to the floor but she still tried to tackle him down. She couldn't let him touch him. He just kicked her away and pressed on Aaron's stomach.
He smiled as he saw Aaron try and mask a wince and pressed again. "Does that hurt?" he smiled.
Aaron tried to bite his tongue from making a scathing comment. He wouldn't give Petersman the satisfaction of knowing how much it had hurt but he couldn't stop the tears pricking his eyes. He felt so useless and vulnerable not being able to fight back due to his state and it had hurt more than anything.
Valarie, who had managed to get back to her feet, grabbed Petersman around the waist and pulled him away shouting, "Get off him!" She knew if he kept pressing down on his stomach he could start the internal bleeding again which could kill him. He could burst a scar lesion releasing toxic into his stomach.
Suddenly an idea came to Aaron and he went to press the panic button. He hated to ask for help but this time they needed it. If he got the nurses in here he could explain and save the situation.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he heard Petersman say. He looked up to see he'd managed to conquer his dad and was now standing there holding her with a scalpel to her throat.
"Aaron, do it! Save yourself!" she answered trying to bite down tears believing this would be the last time she'd see her son. She'd rather she died than her son. She couldn't see her son die from his wounds.
"Get off her," he shouted weakly beginning to feel incredibly ill. "Get your filthy hands off her."
"Aw what are you going to do to stop me?" Petersman said snidely."You can't even get out of bed."
Suddenly they heard a gun go off and Petersman fell onto the end of the bed then onto Aaron's stomach dead causing him to start coughing up blood and the machines to go mad.