Will had just woken up and immediately jumped to his feet.
It never seemed to have been better.
Dr. Brown was really happy because his creation had really had the effects he expected and Jay instead stood there wide-eyed in disbelief that his brother, a moment ago, was lying on a battered, injured and sore stretcher. now he was standing in front of him and was fine.
First of all the doctor then began to check the condition of the young man: heartbeat, pressure, saturation, temperature ... everything was perfectly normal and also Will did not show any kind of pain even when the various wounds on his were touched. body.
Then Dr. Halstead was prepared to be released in order to monitor the effects of the drug on a daily basis.
He was lightly sedated with a minimal dose of chloroform and then loaded into the car once more in the trunk.
Brown's henchmen had decided to transport him in the same way as the outward journey because they didn't want to take any chances not knowing the possible reactions he might have if he woke up being under the influence of the drug.
In addition, by making him sleep, they would have prevented him from memorizing the route thus bringing the police to them to free his brother. Not that he was mentally bright enough to do it right now. Since he'd recovered he'd seemed a little out of his mind, sprightly and happy, but still out of his mind.
A short time later the three arrived in the area where they had kidnapped him the night before and so reached the alley, after having checked and being sure that no one could see them, they left him there in a corner near the garbage.
Then, taking back the carpet in which he had been wrapped, the two criminals fled moving in the shadows.
Will took a long time to recover. It was now late morning when he finally started to wake up.
The sun was peeping through the clouds and the doctor found himself alone, sitting on the ground, near the garbage and in the middle of the snow that had fallen in the night, numb from the cold.
He absolutely didn't feel like the first time he woke up.
His body was screaming for revenge, everything hurt, every corner, every wound, every sting. He didn't feel so happy anymore.
His head was confused, he was so tired.
Collected the few strength that he still had, he began to wander aimlessly through the streets of the city.
The sight of him was unfocused, he felt agitated.
His heart was beating at a thousand per hour and he had the impression that he wanted to come out of his chest or throat.
He walked with his eyes downcast, skidding, his legs trembling, as if they didn't have the strength to bear the weight of his upper body.
Anyone who saw him pass thought ill of him, pointing to him as mad, sick, or drunk.
They just looked down on him instead of trying to get close to him to help him.
It is much easier to judge from appearances than to go further.
The more time passed, however, and the more Will felt fatigued, he was sweating profusely, which is not normal being in a snowy environment with a temperature more or less close to freezing.
It looked like the doctor had just taken a sauna or overexertion like a marathon.
