[center][img]https://image.ibb.co/nhDG3y/name.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=aaaaaa][i][b]Friday, 25th September, 1998[/b][/i][/color]
[color=aaaaaa]Driving down Ema Street towards Raccoon General Hospital[/color][/right][hr]
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The tyres of the car screeched as they tried to grip the asphalt beneath, smoke kicking up into the air with every attempt at traction. As soon as the wheels took hold the car rocketed off down Ema Street towards the hospital. The deep gouge in Hicks' forearm was bound tightly with a bandage but the wound was severe enough that it was already bleeding through to the top layer. Connor turned to Hicks and could see the grimace of pain etched onto his pale, sweaty skin. 

[color=6ecff6]"Don't worry Hicks we'll get there in no time."[/color] As he spoke Connor turned on the siren of his car. 
[color=6ecff6]"It's all going to be fine."[/color] 

[color=8882be]"Christ Sarge it burns like hell. I've never felt anything like it."[/color] Hicks spoke through gritted teeth and let out muted gasps of pain every few seconds. He was clearly suffering some severe pain from his wound.

[color=6ecff6]"I can only imagine. Just try to keep focussed on Karen and the girls. Before you know it they'll have you hooked up to morphine and by time you come around it'll be next week."[/color] Connor smiled as he spoke, trying to make light of the situation. Hicks did his best to force a laugh but the pain was too much for him.

As the minutes passed Connor couldn't help but notice the amount of police cars and paramedics along the route. [color=6ecff6][i]What the hell is going on?[/i][/color] He thought silently to himself. Reaching down to his radio he turned it on and picked up the mouth piece. [color=6ecff6]"Dispatch this is Sergeant Connor Sullivan. I'm seeing alot of our guys down on Ema Street, what's going on?"[/color] There was a brief pause before a female voice responded back. [color=f6989d]"We've been inundated with calls sarge. Non stop since the early hours of this morning. People seem to have gone a bit nuts. It's not much worse than a Saturday night but still strange for a Friday at this hour."[/color] As Connor went to reply he caught sight of two police officers wrestling a suspect to the floor, one of the officers heavily bloodied on his head. [color=6ecff6]"Ok dispatch, thanks for the update. I'll report in soon."[/color]

After numerous close calls through red lights and heavy traffic, Connor and Hicks eventually pulled up outside the hospital. Connor hurried from the car and helped Hicks out of it. The reception area was littered with people, all appearing to have bloodied wounds. Their skin pale with a thin layer of sweat coating it. [color=bc8dbf]"Can I help?"[/color] asked the receptionist. Connor reached into his pocket and removed his identification. [color=6ecff6]"I'm Sergeant Sullivan with the RPD. This is officer Michael Hicks and he's in need of treatment. A suspect has taken a chunk out of his arm and it's bleeding badly."[/color] The reaction of the nurse threw Connor slightly, she didn't even flinch at the idea someone had bitten Hicks. [color=bc8dbf]"Well that's not the first one today. You'll have to take a seat and i'll get someone to come see to you soon."[/color] For a moment Connor felt like demanding immediate help, but with the number of people in the waiting room it wouldn't be right for them to jump to the head of the queue. The pair made their way to a nearby trolley, Hicks hopping up onto it before lying down. 

[color=8882be]"Well at least we are here now."[/color] Hicks voice was audibly weaker than when they had left the scene at the apartment. He had somehow managed to turn more pale as well. Connor was concerned for Hicks, but as he cast his eyes around the others in the waiting area something in his gut had him worried...scared...