When Mark made it home, he entered his house. Walking into his son's
bedroom, Mark took the opportunity to look around, hoping to find something
that might explain the coma. Steve had been checked over thoroughly, and no
needle marks, or puncture wounds had been found. As Mark explored his son'
room using his critical surgeon's eye, Mark spotted something sticking out
from between the mattress and the box spring. Lifting the mattress, Mark
pulled out a strange object. The object turned out to be bundle of dried
herbs with a pungent odor, some tan hairs, and dried blood. Curious, Mark
took the bundle from Steve's room, and laid it on the kitchen table.
Deciding that he would take the bundle in the next day to have it analyzed,
Mark went up stairs and took a shower, then crawled into bed. Because he
knew that worry for his son would keep him awake, Mark prescribed himself a
sleeping aid. Within an hour, Mark Sloan fell into a restful sleep.
Steve was awakened by the garbage truck coming to collect the garbage. One of the garbage men got of the truck, and went to collect the empty boxes. He was startled when Steve came out of one of the boxes.
"Nice, doggy." The man said nervously obviously afraid of dogs.
Steve ignored him, and left the alley. He was hungry, and thirsty. The water no longer flowed from the fire hydrant, and the only water was gathered in puddles that didn't look very tempting. The morning traffic was on the move, people trying to get to work, or get their children to school. It was a Monday after all. Steve wondered what the Chief would think of his absence.
He trotted along down the sidewalk heading for Community General. He still had along walk ahead of him, and hoped he would find food and water along the way.
The only water Steve found that he was tempted to drink was from a hose being used by a man to clean off the sidewalk. Steve lapped at the spray until the man chased him off with a wave and shout. But he had managed to get enough to wet his mouth.
Food was another problem that he would just have to do without. Al the children were at school, and none of the adults looked willing to give food to stray dog. Finally Steve forced himself to wait for a man at a restaurant to dump some of the leftovers into the garbage. Chasing away a few cats, Steve managed to get a partly eaten steak that he wolfed down along with a few dinner rolls also partly eaten. He left the rest to the cats feeling slightly queasy from eating from the garbage.
He continued on, trotting down the sidewalk, when he noticed a van drive by him slowly and park. Steve was quick to read the words on the side of the van, and decided to beat a quick retreat.
The animal control man stepped out of his van with a long pole that had a loop at the end. It was used for catching dogs, and their had been reports of a big German Shepard about. He had noticed the animal run into an alley as soon as he parked. Holding the pole, the man went into the alley in search of the dog.
Steve was awakened by the garbage truck coming to collect the garbage. One of the garbage men got of the truck, and went to collect the empty boxes. He was startled when Steve came out of one of the boxes.
"Nice, doggy." The man said nervously obviously afraid of dogs.
Steve ignored him, and left the alley. He was hungry, and thirsty. The water no longer flowed from the fire hydrant, and the only water was gathered in puddles that didn't look very tempting. The morning traffic was on the move, people trying to get to work, or get their children to school. It was a Monday after all. Steve wondered what the Chief would think of his absence.
He trotted along down the sidewalk heading for Community General. He still had along walk ahead of him, and hoped he would find food and water along the way.
The only water Steve found that he was tempted to drink was from a hose being used by a man to clean off the sidewalk. Steve lapped at the spray until the man chased him off with a wave and shout. But he had managed to get enough to wet his mouth.
Food was another problem that he would just have to do without. Al the children were at school, and none of the adults looked willing to give food to stray dog. Finally Steve forced himself to wait for a man at a restaurant to dump some of the leftovers into the garbage. Chasing away a few cats, Steve managed to get a partly eaten steak that he wolfed down along with a few dinner rolls also partly eaten. He left the rest to the cats feeling slightly queasy from eating from the garbage.
He continued on, trotting down the sidewalk, when he noticed a van drive by him slowly and park. Steve was quick to read the words on the side of the van, and decided to beat a quick retreat.
The animal control man stepped out of his van with a long pole that had a loop at the end. It was used for catching dogs, and their had been reports of a big German Shepard about. He had noticed the animal run into an alley as soon as he parked. Holding the pole, the man went into the alley in search of the dog.