Chapter IV
By the time I got home, the sun was just about to rise. Damn... I haven't slept for a while. I got out of the car with my stuff and walked to the door. The door was unlocked and a little off its hinges. I dropped my things and ran inside to assess the damage. Everything was scattered. The couch was torn apart. Things were on the steps. I didn't care to go upstairs, cause that's were most of the damage was. I went to the bathroom to check on its condition. Alcide was covered in blood. His hair was messed up. His clothes were torn. He was still breathing, or at least I thought so. I went back outside with tears forming in my eyes and called the police.
They arrived a few minutes later. They sent a couple officers inside and called a paramedic. "Don't. I don't like this hospital's doctors." "Do you even know who's in there?" "I have a general idea." "Whose the doctor you want?" "Dr. Takeshi Yakunai from Cincinnati." "He needs attention now." "Take him to the hospital, then. By the time you get him a bed, he'll be there." "Whatever you say." The officer went to his patrol car and called dispatch.
I called my brother. It took a few rings for him to answer. "Hello?" "Takeshi?" "Yes?" He replied, sleepily. "I need to get to the hospital as fast as you can. I'll be there when I can. Someone broke into my home." "Alright! You saved me from going and dealing with interns." "What's wrong with interns?" "Nothing… But I'll leave as soon as I get up." "Thank you." He hung up.
Once I finished with the cops, I headed to the hospital. Takeshi was waiting outside for me. He said that Alcide was going to be fine. He only had a few cuts and bruises. "He's awake if you want to talk to him." Takeshi added. He escorted me to where Alcide was. "Alcide? Are you ok?" I asked, softly. He opened his eyes.
"I'm fine." He said in an indifferent manner, as if he wasn't happy to see me. "What happened?" "Well, I went to your house to surprise you when you got there, but someone had beaten me there. He was well built, had orange, spiky hair, and looked Korean. He beat me down, but I got him good. He eventually knocked me out and I guess he dumped me in the bathroom." "Oh my goodness. My house is a wreck, my friends are turning against me, and thank god my brother's a doctor." I said.
I left the hospital, hurt. No one does this to anyone I know. But that description sounds so familiar. Who do I know – Hwoarang! He wouldn't do anything like this. Ever. I picked up my phone and called him. Hopefully his number hasn't changed. "Yes?" "Hwoarang?" "Zetsumei?" "Yeah?" "Um… I'm busy. I can't talk right now." He hung up. It's him all right.