Tommy swore loudly, he picked up Kats limp body and carried it out of the ally. He looked around, noticing that Sonny's car was still parked further down the street. He cursed angrily and ran towards a large red sports car that had pulled over, so that the driver could get out and ask for directions. The foolish driver had even left the keys in the ignition. Tommy dropped her in the passenger seat as he leapt into the roofless car. The engine roared into life as the car speed away in a cloud of dust and fumes, leaving the driver open mouthed.
Tommy drove towards a private hospital that he had visited once or twice. They had a high number of gun shot patients, but never asked awkward questions only patched the clients up and took their pay. He stepped on the gas making the car lurch forward. Tommy swerved in and out of traffic; the Speedo soared up to the 100mph mark. He glanced at Kat; her blood had stained her shirt and had started to cover the seat. He forced himself to look back at the road. He swerved to the right, jumping a red light. A couple of cars honked their horns angrily as they where forced to stop. A run down warehouse loomed ahead in the ancient industrial estate. It had been cunningly transformed into the private hospital. The car squealed to a halt in the small abandoned car park. Tommy leapt out, picking Kat carefully off the passenger seat. Her head lolled backwards as he ran over to the front door and kicked it open. A tall shady looking doctor walked up to Tommy, "Ah Mr Vercetti" he started to say as his eyes fell onto the blood-coated body. He frowned, and pressed a button on his pager. A male and female nurse rushed in with a stretcher. "Think you can save her?" Tommy asked quietly. The doctor stood quietly, his finger on Kat's wrist. He paused, "I'm not sure, it could go either way" he said trying to sound sympatric as the nurses rushed Kat out of the plain lobby. The doctor rushed after the nurses, pulling a pair of white rubbed gloves from his long coat pocket. Tommy paced up and down the reception. A few old posters of rock stars, tourist attractions and general advertisements, including ads for the local radio stations. Tommy looked over all the posters, then at his watch. A huge muscle bound man staggered into the reception, he had wrapped a black jacket around his wrist. The receptionist looked him up and down. She pressed a button and a pale doctor stepped out into the bare room. The receptionist pushed a strand of blonde hair behind one of her ears, "That will be $500" she said casually to the doctor, who nodded and took the patient down a corridor to patch him up. The receptionist wrote down the amount on a piece of paper and filed it. In the private hospital they had a special way of charging customers. The cost would be put on a type of tab. If they didn't pay within a week of surgery, then a few heavy bailiffs would come and collect the money one way or another.
Tommy stepped outside and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed a number, Rosenberg answered. "Bring three thousand dollars to the portside private hospital" he said coldly, not saying much more. He hung up and returned to the sterile warmth of the reception room. He forced himself to sit down in one of the plastic chairs. Tommy sighed and crossed his legs. It felt like it took hours for another car to arrive at the hospital. However Rosenberg had not come to deliver the money. Kent Paul entered the reception glad to be out of the cold. He held a bulging envelope of cash, which Tommy snatched swiftly. "Oi!" Paul mumbled, "Rosie's still in hiding" he said chuckling a little. Tommy didn't laugh, he seemed deep in thought. When he finally spoke, he said it in an emotionless tone, "Sonny's getting wise to us" he paused for a second, "Go warn Rosenberg and try to keep a low profile". Paul nodded agitated at his orders. He cursed repeatedly under his breath as he stormed out of the hospital, "What the hell does he think I am, a bloody paper boy" he sulked.
Tommy rolled his head back and looked at the ceiling briefly before he closed his eyes. He was bored of sitting in the plain room; it had almost been three hours since he had received the money. The doctor finally reappeared. He pulled his gloves off. They were coated in blood; he tossed them into a metal bin idly. He bent forward, "Mr Vercetti" he said softly not certain if he was awake or not. Tommy opened his eyes and rolled his head forward. The doctor smiled, "It's been a success so far. Although she will be in an almost critical condition for the next week". Tommy nodded gratefully and handed him the envelope of money. The doctor smiled weakly, "however" he started to say as quickly slipped the money into his pocket, "There is no more beds available and we can't take in anyone who may bring in trouble. You're aware of the policy" he said constantly remaining professional and yet stern. Tommy nodded, "Yes of course. That won't be a problem" he said thinking quickly. The doctor nodded and pressed a button on his pager. One of the female nurses pushed a wheelchair containing Kat into the lobby. The doctor passed Tommy a white box of strong painkillers and smiled politely. He nodded and wheeled her out of the hospital. Tommy walked over to the stolen car. He dropped her limp body into the blood stained passenger seat. He noticed that Kat was still dressed in the bloody clothes. Her face looked deadly pale but some how innocent. He leapt into the driver seat and drove calmly drove towards his apartment.