<strong>Sandy, Eric, Alana</strong><br/><br/>The others hung back at the door as Sandy walked further into the room. As she nears the curtain, she can hear soft, muffled gasps accompanying the squeaks of the bed, further pressing into her mind the scene that was taking place. She grabbed the curtain and pulled it back.<br/><br/>There was Stephanie, naked, chest down on a hospital bed. Her arms were splayed out before her, wrists bound to the bed posts and what looked like surgical tape was tightly wrapped around her head to cover her mouth. She was on her knees, rear up, with a naked guy fucking her hard.<br/><br/>But it took Sandy's mind a moment to register just what she was seeing. As Sandy had pulled the curtain back, the guy turned to her, and he looked like a nightmare.<br/><br/>Where he should have had a face was nothing but smooth flesh, no features at all. His head was bald, completely devoid of any hair, and he had no ears. The only detail on his face was a thin slit of a lipless mouth, which parted with a hiss to reveal rows of tiny shark-like teeth inside.<br/><br/>He kneeled behind Stephanie, gripping her hips tightly with taloned hands, his cock thrust into her doggy style from behind.<br/><br/>Stephanie turned her head at the sound of the curtain, looking at Sandy with large, tortured eyes.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Jackson</strong><br/><br/>Rene was crying as she hovered over Desmond's body. Virginia came into the room behind her, but then went to Jackson to check on him.<br/><br/>"Are you alright?" she said, kneeling next to Jackson. She looked over at Desmond's crumpled body and Rene sobbing over it. "I agree, we need to make it a priority to get the hell out of here. We can't just stay huddled up in this clinic."