[b]Ten o'clock[/b], the small digital clock in Alice's room made a resounding [i]beep-beep[/i] on the far wall as the hour changed, as it had all day throughout the passing hours.

The nurses had drawn the last of Alice's blood for the night with assurance during the last drawing, but ensured her to expect more tomorrow after breakfast.
It had been several hours since the last drawing and no one had been to her room since.

[i]Knock-knock-knock[/i].

A rapping came at Alice's door, followed by it immediately swinging open and closed thereafter.

Into Alice's room came a policeman, not Johnson or Green from the day before, but a different one. This man was noticeably taller than both of them, though had the same similar body build, average but physically maintained. Unlike both of them he wore a dark blue police cap marked [i]NYPD[/i] to match his uniform. He had a short-cut yet rather scruffy chocolate-brown beard on his face, and average length hair of the same color, which was plastered over his ears and against the back of his neck with a thick applicant of gel.

Unlike the other two, he did not wear a gun or nightstick at his waist, only a set of secured handcuffs and a taser.

He stopped at about six feet from Alice's bed, raising his eyes to meet her, which were a deep brown.

"Are you Alice Lynch?" He asked,"The woman who was attacked and reportedly wounded on the neck and left for dead outside of the hospital?"
His tone, though not brutish, was rather demanding and interrogative.