"I cannot do that, Lemmy."
Lemmy's eyes bugged out, and he clawed the ground in a feeble gesture.
Xan continued to stare at Lemmy.
"You are disrupted the sacred peace and security of the hospital," the doctor droned.
Lemmy jumped. He had forgotten the mindless menace was still there!
"To hell with the peace and security of the hospital," Lemmy snarled. "I know what you people are doing here! You're running a sham! You're conning HONEST folk out of their money! You two-bit, scum-ridden, mud-wallowing parasitical crooks!"
Lemmy paused for a moment, panting. "I'LL KILL THE LOT OF YOU!" he roared, lunging at the doctor, who nimbly dodged aside and hurled Lemmy against the wall. He saw stars.
Through his haze of pain he could make out Xan and the doctor battling, but it was a very breif battle. No sooner did the doctor pull out an M-16, Xan pulled out a flak cannon, and the doctor lay bleeding on the floor.
"You will not have to deal with him again," Xan remarked.
"I won't have to deal with anything again," Lemmy whispered. "It's cold. There's blood on the floor. I... I think I'm dying!"
"Snap out of it, kid," Xan growled. "You're not dead yet, and you won't be. Didn't I just tell you that you can't die? Get up!"
Lemmy felt himself being jerked to his feet as if by invisable strings. "How did you do that?" he asked, with a completely clueless expression on his face.
"Trade secret," Xan hissed. And then he was gone.
Lemmy looked around the bloodspattered room. It appeared to be a fairly normal hospital aside from that, and the bodies sprawled hap-hazardly across cold metal tables.
Lemmy bent and rifled the fast cooling corpse of the doctor. He found nothing useful on him, and spat at the wall.
He was vaguely dissapointed when his spit didn't burn a hole through the wall.
That didn't last long, however; he thought he had a plan. He tied all of the bedsheets together, tied the M-16 to the end, and tossed the whole contraption out the window. Then he clambered out the window.
Only after he was somewhat safely on the other side did he realize that he could have simply walked out the door. Lemmy shrugged, tossed the makeshift rope into the street, and walked along, humming to himself. He laughed raucously and gave the thumb's-up sign when his rope created a thirty car pileup in the middle of the road.
But his happy state of mind was not to last, for...