After creating a perfect anagram of Violet's name, Olaf sent the two white-faced women off to disperse the patient list.
'We officially have the children's ward, room 922, reserved for our taking. We can leave both Babs and Violet in there.' Olaf explained to Esmé.
'I'll wheel this one there using the elevator so no one can see her' Esmé said and she pushed Babs, who was tied to a chair in the administrative office, out of the doorway.
Olaf walked to the room next door and dismissed the bald man with an 'I've got her from here'.
Waltzing into the room to find Violet as he left her he enthusiastically gripped the safety barrier on the side of the gurney. 'Good news, my dear, we found you your own private wing. Secluded, private, you'll love it.' He paused and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he said
'You know I think I may almost prefer your retorts, although it is far too satisfying seeing you so utterly and hopelessly helpless.'
Pushing the gurney out of the room he told her to 'hold tight' and then laughed to himself. He saw few people on the way to the room but as he rounded one of the last corners he almost collided with a group of the volunteers 'fighting disease'.
'Sorry there brother' said a bearded man with a guitar. 'We wouldn't want to get in the way of your life-saving duties'.
Olaf made a fake and heavily forced smile with a small nod and was about to respond when Violet realised the volunteers were the same ones she had shared the van with and hope grew inside her. She began to fight against her bonds and tried her very best to speak through the tape across her mouth.
Help me! Recognise me! He's not a real doctor!
The bearded man took notice of her and beamed down at her.
'Sister!' Upon the realisation that Violet had met them before the smile fell abruptly from Olaf's face. 'We're so sorry you've gotten ill! Is there anything –' the bearded man paused as he noticed the tape over her mouth and her bound wrists and ankles. 'Why are you tied down?' he inquired.
Olaf recovered quickly and stepped in front of Violet in an attempt to obstruct her face from the view of the volunteers.
'I am Doctor Mattathias Medical School, I am taking care of Viol-, I mean Laura here. She has been experiencing sporadic spasms of her muscles so she must be restrained to avoid injuring herself. Oh, and gagged to avoid catching something from the shared Helium that we all breathe in the air.'
The volunteers all gasped and giggled as if Count Olaf had said something very intelligent or awe inspiring. 'Well you certainly are a believable doctor brother' the bearded man said.
'Anyway, I must be going-'
'Wait, we want to make our sister get better, come on everyone, one verse for Laura!'. Olaf opened his mouth to protest but before he could speak a word the bearded man had begun to play his guitar and all the volunteers sang in unison;
'We sing to those we've met before
Although we don't discuss
That really we're just thankful that
The sick one is not us!
Tra la la! Fiddle dee dee!
Hope you get well soon.
Ho ho ho! Hee hee hee!
Have a heart-shaped balloon!'
As a particularly perky volunteer extended a balloon out to Violet, who evidently couldn't take it, Olaf snatched in from her hand and began to tie it to the side of the gurney.
'She feels better already!' he exclaimed as the volunteers began to clap. He steered the gurney around them and hastily walked away. Finally reaching the room he parked the gurney outside and opened the door to the children's wing. He saw that Esmé had already deposited Babs in the corner of the room, and noted the disturbing clown wallpaper, an eerie empty cot and in the far corner, an empty hospital bed with pinks sheets.
Untying Violet's ankles first, followed by wrists he pulled her from the gurney and pinned her wrists behind her back. Quickly dragging her into the room and swinging the door closed behind him, he pulled her over to the bed. Having slightly more freedom than she'd had previously, Violet struggled against her captor. She attempted to stomp on his feet but he grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled her head back against his shoulder roughly enough to make her whimper in pain.
He threw her against the side of the bed and her ribcage collided with the side guard, knocking the wind out of her and making her gasp as she leant over the bed. Without giving her time to recover her lifted her onto the bed and began to tie down her down once more while she was still winded.
He pulled a tray table that had various medical tools on it alongside the bed. Picking up a scalpel he admired it as he turned it over in his fingers. Then without warning, he stabbed it into the heart-shaped balloon popping it instantly. Violet flinched.
Olaf leaned over and tore the tape off her mouth with purposeful speed and questioned 'comfy?' in a sickly sweet voice.
'Klaus and Sunny will find me' Violet declared with more conviction than she felt.
'Oh I'm counting on it. If I know your siblings your brainy brother will follow all of the clues right into my clutches.' Olaf smiled boastfully.
'We've outsmarted you every time, we'll do it again' she responded causing Olaf to glare and grit his teeth.
'I don't think you will outsmart me' he stated, roughly dropping the tray of tools onto Violet's stomach. 'Not this time.' Picking up a long sharp knife from the tray he asked 'Have you ever hunted, Violet?'
'Of course not'
'If you had you'd be familiar with a particular experience.' Placing the knife back down he selected a long needle injector gun, similar to the one he had used to murder Uncle Monty. 'There's a particular moment at the end of a long hunt, when you have the animal cornered. And the animal looks into your eyes…' exchanging the syringe for what looked like a drill he continued, 'deep into them to see if there is any mercy in there…'
Violet's heart was racing. She knew he was toying with her purposefully, but as he turned on the drill and she saw the whirring machine hovering over her in the hands of the villain, she couldn't help but feel anxious.
'And when it sees that there is not…' He turned off the drill and stared Violet straight in the eyes. 'It gives up. It gives its life to you…' Placing his hand on the guard beside her head he spoke with no remorse, 'I have you cornered Violet. And I have no mercy. Soon enough your siblings will fall into my trap…' Suddenly he leaned down over her. So close that Violet could smell his putrid breath and feel it on her cheeks, but couldn't look anywhere than his shiny, shiny eyes that bore into hers. 'And when they do, I won't be satisfied with just your fortune, this time, I will obliterate you, and the entire Baudelaire line in the cruellest way imaginable'. As he inched closer, Violet turned her head to the side slightly to try and avoid their proximity, but as her heart rate increased, so did the size of his face.
'Won't that be fun?' Smiling down at her, he finally turned away from her as the door opened and Esmé began to ask him something. Quickly composing herself, Violet took the opportunity to slide a scalpel that was on the edge of the tray on her lap, off the tray, and under the hem of her gown. As Olaf turned back around and removed the tray before walking over to Babs and then finally leaving the room, all Violet could think was that this animal wasn't going down without a fight.