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So, here we are in Spain Antinora Hospital. The emergency room thereof, to be precise, and this is most distinctly not where Mohinder and Eden were when they walked through the Front Doors of Evil.
His eyes are closed when he comes to consciousness, his cheek pressed into the filthy carpet, which smells not of dust and vacuum residue like one might expect, but of something organic and diseased, something like pus, redolent of cancerous dividing cells.
A tiny sneaker stomps the ground a centimeter from his face. It was probably once pink-and-white--if he were in any position to be observant, he'd notice a faded Barbie logo--but it's rust-red now, some of the blood bright and still wet from where it trails down the little screeching girl's leg in a thick ribbon.
From behind him, he hears the click of doors locking. He knows, with sudden sickening certainty, that he's heard that sound here before.
Welcome back, pretty doctor, says Auntie Nora. Oh...and you've brought the missus this time.
Excellent.
His eyes are closed when he comes to consciousness, his cheek pressed into the filthy carpet, which smells not of dust and vacuum residue like one might expect, but of something organic and diseased, something like pus, redolent of cancerous dividing cells.
A tiny sneaker stomps the ground a centimeter from his face. It was probably once pink-and-white--if he were in any position to be observant, he'd notice a faded Barbie logo--but it's rust-red now, some of the blood bright and still wet from where it trails down the little screeching girl's leg in a thick ribbon.
From behind him, he hears the click of doors locking. He knows, with sudden sickening certainty, that he's heard that sound here before.
Welcome back, pretty doctor, says Auntie Nora. Oh...and you've brought the missus this time.
Excellent.