Capturing the man, Wilmore hit him by the knee and made him kneel. He was weak, benumbed for his deep wound that possibly Eliot caused.
"Get out!" Wilmore shout out at the nurses and the physician who were staying there, regardless of the alert.
The voice brought them back to sanity and they dashed out.
"Who are you?" The man lost too much blood and the men's appearances were hazy and shaky in front of his eyes.
"We must ask you the question. Who sent you here?"
Huxley searched the man and found a vial with full extract and when the prince nodded he tossed it to Tristan who was leaning on a wall. He snatched it quickly and sniffed it.
"You bastards, I'll kill you."
Wilmore took his dagger out and it sliced the air then the man screamed, grabbed his ear that no longer was there, blood painted his palm, and dropped down on the floor.
"What did you do?"
