The young man wanted to hit the cop. How could Chloe be alright after this? Was it supposed to make him feel better that Chloe was, what? Half-raped? But Oleg just nodded.<br/><br/>"I hope you catch him." Oleg said. He did not give voice to his hope that whoever did this would be receive a sentence of capital punishment; the death penalty was still on the books, but the state of Kansas had not had an execution for decades. And . . . Oleg doubted that rape was a crime for which death could be meted out as a punishment. And death row . . . whoever did this could live comfortably for years as the case was tied up in hearings and appeals. Oleg hung his head and groaned. After taking a few moments to collect himself, he got up and found the stairs, walking up to the second floor.<br/><br/>He found room 102, and let himself in. Honestly, he felt like shit. He should probably call her dad, or one of her friends. Chloe did not need a failure waste of flesh like him. But there he was, in her hospital room.