Dr. Lester asked, "What's your game plan?"
No sooner had he spoken when Marcus started hacking away again, spitting out fresh blood.
"If you don't wanna spill the beans, fine, don't get all bent out of shape." Dr. Lester anxiously grabbed Marcus' hand, wanting to check his pulse, only to find it was so weak he could barely feel it, "Marcus, Marcus!"
"Don't tell Cornelia..." Marcus mumbled, plunging once more into the abyss of blackness, leaving Dr. Lester hanging without a reply.
Fear began to creep into Dr. Lester, "Drive to the hospital, now, quick!"
"Alright." Jayden stepped on the gas without a second thought, ignoring traffic lights, hoping to get to the hospital ASAP.
A few minutes later, they made it to the hospital.
Doctors and nurses were already waiting at the entrance. As soon as they arrived, the unconscious Marcus was swiftly moved onto a mobile bed.
Dr. Lester tried to follow, but Jayden stopped him, "Dr. Lester, President Hartley will be okay, right?"
Dr. Lester said, "He'll pull through! He's a tough cookie, I'll find a way to save him. I'll get in touch with all the top doctors around the world, and we'll figure something out."
Dr. Lester's words were full of conviction, but deep down he knew better than anyone else. If Marcus was indeed injected with Acidbane at the age of five, his fate was sealed.
Death. It was just a matter of sooner or later.
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