Episode 2

While people got drowned in lust and horror, the two men rocking their crisp suits clicked their heels out the massive building, stretching into the sky. Their fierce gaze stared ahead.

"So that was King they rushed into that ambulance?"

"You were there, Hanord?"

Their smooth chiseled faces met and they halted in front of a black luxury car.

"Why are you glaring at me, Kelvin?" Hanord averted his eyes from the harsh glare.

Kelvin adjusted his suit, then loosened a button, exposing his hard chest. "Why didn't you take him there when you saw him?" He got into the car.

"I wasn't really there per say." Hanord joined him at the backseat. You see, I was dropping my woman off that street when we saw the worried faces of the teachers."

As the car rolled onto the busy road, Kelvin gazed out the tinted window. With his back resting on the backrest of the leather seat, he shut his eyes briefly, interlocking his fingers on his lap.

Hanord cautiously glanced at the silent Kelvin and shook his head. "Your silence is more like a ticking bomb, Kelvin. Speak up please. You know I hate the feeling of your calmness."

"I've ordered for everyone present to taste the stale smell of prison for two months."

"What?!"

"Yeah." Kelvin casually glanced at Hanord whose eyes were wide open, then squeezed it shut again. "New and competent teachers should be around my son, not some fucking dildos!"

"Wow! That's…extreme, Kelvin."

"Extreme? I've just started with that school and that doctor Smith who is adamant on finding the right donor for my son."

Hanord took in a shallow breath. "You know I advised you to–"

"You advised me to accept one of those inferiors, and you think I would condone such a downgraded idea? Are you high this morning, Hanord?!"

Hanord swallowed hard, dragging his eyes off the dark gaze of Kelvin's blazing eyes.

******

Meanwhile in a long hallway, a young woman wearing coveralls stood, facing a blonde. The two young women tore apart as a gurney is wheeled by three young men in scrubs. A man covered in his blood gushing out a huge gash in his throat, squirmed on the gurney, groaning wildly with every attack from the fierce pain.

With one glance at the doctors, the young women drew closer to each other, continuing from where they stopped, but then again jumped out of the way when another gurney; with a doctor doing CPR on an elderly woman; closed in on them.

"Stay out of the way, Syntia!" A doctor in a lab coat stopped in front of the young woman wearing an coveralls, his eyes narrowed. "Make sure I don't see you two gossiping on this path again, or.. be ready to empty your lockers for good this time!" He jabbed his finger at them then shoved it into his pants pocket.

"We'll go to the rooftop next time, director. We're very sorry."

"That is the only thing you're good at, feeling sorry for your pathetic lives! An homeless beggar is far more worthy than an incompetent low trash!"

The doctor scowled at Syntia as she stepped in front of him, clutching a mob stick in her left hand. The other young woman and several others watched Syntia run her sharp gaze up and down the doctor's towering figure.

"You dare ruin my nose? How dare you stand in my face?!"

"I've tolerated you enough, doctor Magnus."

"You have?" He scoffed.

"Just because I refused to suck your finger dick doesn't give you the damn right to talk trash about me!"

A gasp erupted from the mouths of the onlookers. The doctor glanced around the crowd now forming in groups as they chattered away indistinctively.

"You're fired this minute!"

"No, Doctor Magnus, I quit!" She hurled the mob stick next to the doctor's foot, jerking everyone present by the sudden (search for the sound later).

"Syntia please.. hold on a sec. You shouldn't let him get into your head; you know he's a scumbag."

"I'm done with his shit, Franca! I just wanna get the hell out of here to get some fresh air, away from his foul stench!"

Franca watched Syntia stripped off the coveralls and sprinted out of their bulging eyes.

Later still, she stormed out of the hospital, almost colliding with Hanord and Kelvin.

"Who's that deranged bitch with such… such a nice smell and such a hot body?" Enjoying the taste of his lips, Kelvin stared ahead, following Syntia's back until she disappeared from his gaze.

"Your son is inside and you're here lusting after that girl? I thought you don't deal with such standard?"

He took in a deep breath. "I might reconsider, Hanord."

"What's that?"

"I might have been missing a lot from that dark ocean. Damn! Can you imagine that body under my sheets, screaming, 'sir, please… slow, slow down… it hurts.' Fuck!" He turned to face Hanord whose jaw slackened. "Your job is to find out everything you know about that girl. After clearing things in here, you drop all information on my desk."

"You're crazy, man!"

"Crazy is my middle name, Hanord… That is why my son loves me to death."

Hanord scoffed. "Loves you to death? Oh please! Let's just get to him and–" He halted abruptly as they got closer to the doctor's…

Noticing his friend's footsteps had stopped, Kelvin stopped as well, his brow knotted, studying Hanord's uneasiness.

"You know one crazy thing, Kelvin?"

"What is it that's got your pants all wet?"

"That girl who almost bumped into us…"

Sighing heavily, Kelvin folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah..? What about her?"

"I got a good glimpse at her, and I just remembered how tightened my chest felt."

"Like you said, Hanord, we should get to my boy. Off with whatever it is you–"

"Do you think she's perhaps little King's…Mom?"

"King's what?"

Shifting his weight awkwardly, Hanord swallowed. "I swear to God, that resemblance is striking, Kelvin."

Silence dropped down, sucking every sound from all corners in the hospital. Both men stood rigid at the spot, just staring at one another without batting their eyelids.