Michael jumped in his car and headed for Llanview University. He knew how devastated Marcie would be if she fell behind in her classes. He walked through the hallway until he came to the radio station. Opening the door, he flipped on the light. Riley said he would leave some notes and assignments for Marcie in here.
He searched around until he found a green folder with Marcie's name on it in big black letters. "Great! Here it is!" He said, picking up the folder, along with a blue notebook. He was about to leave when he saw Marcie's blue sweater hanging on the back of a chair in the DJ's booth.
Smiling, he walked over and picked it up. He couldn't resist feeling the soft fleece material against his skin. He brought the sweater to his face and closed his eyes, smelling the sweet scent of her perfume. For a second, he pictured her beside him. He opened his eyes and sighed, realizing that she wasn't there. Throwing the sweater over his shoulder, he picked up Marcie's notebook and folder, turning out the light before he walked out the door.
As he walked into the Onion, he was shocked to find Dr. Haver, sitting alone engrossed in a book. At the sight of Haver, Michael pictured Marcie's face, the way it looked when she was brought into the ER. He was overcome with rage and threw the notebook and folder on the sofa. It made a noise, which startled Haver.
Dr. Haver turned around. "Well, if it isn't John's brother. The infamous Dr. Michael McBain." Haver grinned but Michael knew he was up to something.
"Tell me, Michael..." Dr. Haver continued. "Is John taking care of poor Natalie? Because he'd better watch his step around me. He should know that by now. So what brings you to our institute of higher learning?"
"I'm picking up some school assignments for Marcie since you left her for dead in the middle of campus. She was in a coma for days because of you!" Michael yelled.
"Ah yes, Miss Walsh. One of my best students. Such a charming student... works hard, good personality, bright. But she really needs to work on learning not to walk around campus alone at night. It's not safe. And she should never talk to strangers. I thought she learned that a long time ago."
"Damn you, Haver! I'll kill you myself!" Michael said. Before he knew what was happening, he pushed Dr. Haver so hard, he fell against the wall. Then he grabbed Dr. Haver's shoulders and shook him. "Why did you do it, huh? Do you like trying to hurt innocent people?" Again, he slammed Haver into the wall. This time Dr. Haver fell onto the floor. Seconds later, Haver got to his feet.
"You know, Dr. McBain..." Haver said. "I'd really hate to have to call campus security. It would ruin your reputation at the hospital. I suggest you walk away now and I won't press any charges." With that, Haver walked out of the room, rubbing his shoulder.
Michael walked over to the sofa and picked up Marcie's things. Somehow, Dr. Haver would pay for what he had done. Without looking back, he left the Onion and headed for home.