The powerful engine roared down the virtually empty road and, with the exception of one or two cars that passed heading the opposite direction, was eventless. Czi adjusted the rearview mirror, ensuring no one was following, and looked down at the fuel gauge, cursing her luck at the quarter tank she had remaining. “Fuck, I'm going to have to find a gas station soon.” She never really escaped from the hospital, at least not like she imagined, but rather was [i]released[/i] by Zvikas himself. The terms? Aside from cleaning her life up, she was tasked to locate the wayward young woman, Kelly Denver, and bring her back for further examination. The thought didn't jive with Czigani in the slightest, as she had no real issues with the new girl and certainly didn’t agree with the Hospital’s “treatment plan”. If anything, Kelly should be the one pissed off at Czi considering she was betrayed and essentially left to own devices. Czi accepted the proposed agreement, although she also didn't necessarily want to follow it as per their discussion. Things happen, right? She was given an old box of clothes to sort through, and after finding a suitable ensemble -white tank top, jeans, boots, and a leather jacket- she was discharged immediately. There was, of course, the matter of transportation, which she took care of by helping herself to the doctor’s 69’ Chevelle that was still in the garage. If for anything, it was her final “fuck you” to the hospital that brought her nothing but pain and misery. She knew there was something wrong with her, especially ever since that last day at the restaurant in Boston which clearly changed the course of her life. The cop didn’t deserve to die, but the anger that erupted inside Czigani wasn’t for herself, it was for her people. People who she feared she would never see again considering the curse that lived within. She needed Kelly now, the only other of her [i]kind[/i] she had been aware of. But Zvikas did mention another he once knew years ago, one who escaped from the hospital and was never heard from again. Was he alive? Did he still reside in Massachusetts? Would he seek out more like himself? Czigani was just relieved enough to be rid of the hospital, and hopefully for good this time, as she had no intentions of going back nor to help Zvikas. But secretly, the doctor knew that one such as she couldn't be trusted, and made his own insurance policy... --------------------------------------- The paramedics arrived to the scene of the accident within record time, and immediately strapped Kelly to the gurney, carefully loading the bloodied, weakened, and semi-conscious nude woman into the ambulance. The old man who initially stopped to help her offered to ride along with them on their way to the hospital, but was refused by the two paramedics, so he decided to follow them in his truck as a courtesy to the young woman. The paramedic attending to Kelly checked her vitals, as well as her eyes, which were currently bloodshot. He'd tried a few times to illicit a response from her, but all she could manage was incoherent babbling. Her senses were erratic and focusing on any one thing was almost impossible in her currently condition. It's as though her body was in a state of flux; strength and mental awareness severely lacking. “Geez, what happened to you, lady?” The paramedic mumbled with a quizzical expression, continuing to monitor the machines readouts, covering her up as best he could with the now blood stained blanket. “We're en route, Kevin” The driver yelled through the narrow opening between the cab and back off the truck. “ETA fifteen minutes, and Doctor Zvikas will meet us at the emergency entrance.” “Man that guy creeps me out.” The other stated, shaking his head. “That place is a shit hole too, so it's no surprise they have escapees [i]at least[/i] every month.” “Yeah, and we get stuck hauling their sorry asses back.” The driver chuckled. “The guy clearly can't keep the crazies locked up forever.” --------------------------------------- Up ahead the ambulance -with its emergency lights flashing- quickly came into view and passed by going the other direction as Czi was rounding a bend in the road, along with a pickup truck not too far behind it.. She knew the ambulance was heading toward the direction of Bridgewater State Hospital, but that wasn't unusual considering patients sometimes had to be transported via emergency vehicles depending on their condition. The thought didn’t dawn on her, however, until a minute or two following, when she saw a car on the side of the road. Unfortunately the scene was being blocked off by the local police accident and forensic units, so any close examination wasn't going to be possible, but she had an alternative. She slowed the car to a crawl and cruised by with the windows rolled down, hoping that her acute senses would clue her in. She narrowed her eyes, focusing car’s interior, and seeing the bloody handprints along the seat cushions, steering wheel, and windows. But it was her sense of smell that picked up traces of familiarity in the air, and the scent of blood that was a mixture of several types, but still seemed vivid. “Ma’am, you need to move along!” The patrol cop stood along the side of the road, directing Czi to keep going. Just as Czigani was about to ask the officer about the accident, a call came in on the cop’s radio that all but confirmed Kelly was being transported back to the state hospital. But it was enough for her to go on, that and the fact the woman was here based on her scent lingering. “Shit!, I gotta catch up with the ambulance before they make it to the hospital!” The girl cranked the wheel hard in one direction, turning the car around, and peeled out down the street heading back toward the direction of the hospital. “I swear, I’m going to end up paying big trying to save her ass…” She mumbled to herself, shifting into higher gear in hopes of making it in time. [@Xandrya]