"What the hell is going on here?"
"Shut the fuck up! Shut the FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!"
Voices exploded outside in the waiting room. I could here Romano angrily demanding that someone leave but I could also hear another voice screaming back at him, forcing him into silence.
I looked at John and saw him sitting motionless, staring at the door. We were all quiet, waiting to see what was going on.
Luka had only half risen out of his seat when the door swung open and a pale Kerry walked through. She was followed by Robert who stumbled behind her, awkwardly knocking into her back.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
That's when we saw him. He appeared behind Romano, a scowl covering his face.
He was a tall man, solid build with thick dark brown hair covering his head. Clean shaven, he wasn't the most beautiful man on earth, but something about his dark features and big brown eyes was kind of appealing. In a way, he reminded me of Luka.
"Who areā¦.?" Carter began, before halting mid sentence and staring intently at the man whose appearance had somehow forced all six of us into a weird kind of silence.
I followed his gaze. "Ohhh," I breathed, suddenly aware of the danger that had been imposed on us.
He had a gun, the man had a gun and it was pointed right at Carter's forehead.
"Who are you?" Carter asked instead, changing tactics.
The man began to laugh, "What the fuck do you care? Isn't the question more like 'what do I want'?"
"What do you want?" Weaver offered quietly.
"Hold up cripple lady," he swung the gun around to face her, "I don't really think that's any of your business."
He grinned at his own weak humour.
"Before we begin this little game I think we oughtta get a few things straight," he began, "First up I make all the rules. Ok?"
No one responded.
"OK???"
"Yes," Gallant choked out, always the one to follow procedure.
"Number two, don't try to escape or I'll blow ya head off!"
With that he swung the gun around, pointing at everyone's heads before pausing at Lukas. Tipping the gun back, he made a little 'pow' noise, then let his arm drop back down near his side.
"There's other doctor's around here as well as patients," Romano sassed, "You don't think they're gonna get a little curious when four doctors, a surgeon and a nurse go missing?"
The gunman paused for a second, unsure of how to respond. "Of course I thought of that," he lied, "I really don't give a shit if the cops come, they're not gonna come in here when I have six hostages are they?"
Despite his lack of planning I knew he was right. No doubt the other people in the hospital had already realised what was going on, the police were probably on their way. None of it changed our situation.
He paused for awhile before continuing with his spiel.
"Truth is," he admitted, "I don't have a clue what I'm gonna do with ya."
I looked over at Carter. I could tell from his expression that he didn't have any idea either what was going on.
The gunman gazed slowly around the room. "So this is what the inside of a hospital looks like," he said pointlessly.
No one answered him.
"Well you could at least make conversation."
His sarcasm angered me. This man dared to come into OUR hospital, threaten OUR lives, and now he wanted to make small talk.
"What do you want?" I seethed.
"Ok, ok," he caved, jumping up to sit on the bench, "I want revenge."
The way he said it, so offhandedly, sounded incredibly fake.
"Sure," Romano scoffed.
The man jumped down off the bench, eyes blazing, and stalked over to Robert.
"What the FUCK did you say to me?"
"Revenge for what," he faltered.
Gun pressed against Robert's temple he practically spat in his face.
"Revenge for my father's death, you smart arse mother fucker."
"Yeah, that's right," he continued, backing off a little, "You people at this pathetic excuse for a hospital killed my Dad."
He smiled wildly, "And now you're gonna pay."
