You turn. There is a man standing at the ER entrance. At a glance, he doesn't look like anyone special. Cheap jeans, oversized hoodie, and an old hiker's backpack. But then he raises a cigarette to his lips... and you notice something you hadn't before.
There are rings on every one of his fingers. Ugly, tarnished, mismatched rings. The kind of rings you'd see on sale in an antique store.
Your stomach rolls... because you know what that means. You've seen it before.
He's a hunter. A hunter who's found and armed himself with as much silver as he can before coming here.
That nurse must have called him.
Vicky climbs into the front seat, puts the car into gear, and pulls away. Through the window you watch the hunter snuff out his cigarette, take a deep, steadying breath, and walk into the building.
"Fuck," Marco rasps. He's seen the same thing you have. "Fuck... that was too fucking close."
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