Meanwhile, at Blumedale Hospital, staff worked late into the night. Jared's breakdown finally stabilized after hours of treatment.

"We've administered sedatives and antidotes. The situation appears to be improving," a doctor carefully reported, glancing nervously at Malcolm and Thomas.

Malcolm said, "It's late. You should get some rest. We'll take it from here."

The doctor did not leave. Instead, he looked hesitantly at Thomas. "Dr. Bozzelli, you should really get a shot for that bite on your hand."

Thomas' hand was already bandaged, and he replied angrily, "Do I need you to tell me whether I need a shot or not? Go rest now. We don't need you here anymore!"

The doctor gave a dry laugh and quickly left the room.

Malcolm smiled. "Thomas, you're letting your personal feelings show."

Thomas raged. "How can I not be emotional? Malcolm, you saw what a spectacle that little bastard caused. Not to mention, he bit me. Honestly, I feel like slapping!"

Malcolm laughed heartily. "Y