Mason tried to keep his eyes open but it was hard for him to do that.
Malcolm licked his lips as he turned around. He looked at his tools and then walked away. A moment later he came back with a small container filled with chemicals he had created.
Then he grabbed a needle with more chemicals.
He injected it into Mason's arm with extreme force.
It made him jump.
Then he shoved the container into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the chemicals. He took the now empty thing out and set it aside.
"W-what was that for?" Mason asked.
"It's to heal you a bit. The needle was to energize you! Maybe now we can talk without you passing out!" Malcolm said sarcastically.
Mason rolled his eyes. His vein was popping out of his forehead. He could still taste the strong bitterness of the chemicals.
"If ya wanna know something, your not gonna get any information out of me. I'm not a coward or a snitch. I can tell you to your face how I feel about you. I won't be scared to handle what you give me. So torture me all you want. You can even kill me and I'll still keep my lips sealed. I'll haunt you beyond my grave." Mason explained.
"Well, I'll accept that as a challenge." Malcolm grinned. He put his hands behind his back as he thought about what he could do.
"I could cut your arm off, or tear your tongue apart. Maybe I'll brake your spine. I could create a necklace using your teeth. But, whatever I do, I can assure you, you will feel a great amount of pain." Malcolm laughed. While he continued to try and get information, Mr. Beal and Quinn we're still at the hospital.
"In Auden's mind, we saw Doctor Malcolm. Do you think there's something up with him?" Quinn asked.
"It was probably just a nightmare. You know how he feels about hospitals." Mr. Beal lied. He didn't want to worry them. Especially after everything that happened he didn't want anyone else getting hurt. So, he decided to try and handle things on his own.
"Well, don't you think it's a bit weird?" They went on.
"Not really. You shouldn't worry about it."
"Ms. Bailey was there too. Why would-"
"Mr. Beal, sir. I came as soon as you messaged me. How is poor Auden and Kai?" It was Ms. Bailey.
Before Quinn could say anything else she had interrupted.
Quinn turned their head away and made a dirty face. They couldn't stand her. They had always said that they would rather "burn in hell, then be stuck in heaven with her."
They looked back at her with the fakest smile possible. "Oh, look, you're here. How fantastic!" They said in a sarcastic voice. "So, um.. why are you here?" Quinn asked.
"I needed her to bring over some paperwork. I can get it done while I wait here." Mr. Beal exclaimed.
Ms. Bailey handed him the papers.
"Great, so you can leave now! Bye!" Quinn waved.
"Actually, I still have some business here." She said.
Quinn sighed with sadness filling their heart. A tear had almost formed in their eye.
"Sir, I need to talk to you. In private please."
"Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Quinn." Mr. Beal gestured to Quinn.
"No, it's fine. You can go talk in private." They smiled with delight. "And please, take as much time as you need." They added.
"Oh, alright." Mr. Beal got up and walked away with Ms. Bailey.
Quinn let out a breath of relief. "Finally, that bish is gone." They thought to them self.