"Oh my god. They're in the quarantine wing." Joe said, no expression in his voice.
"The what?!" The cheif of police asked.
"The quarantine wing. For GUILT patients. It's the very top floor." Joe replied
The cheif of police walked over to a member of the SWAT team, but no one could tell what he was saying.
"I need to ask you some questions about the hostages. What are their names and why were they in the hospital?"
"Alex. She's a patient there, she had GUILT. Allie, she is a doctor there, and she's our friend. Patrick, Spencer, and Jon. Our friends. House. A doctor. Derek. A surgeon. Linda. Another GUILT patient."
"So, it's all down to this. In this needle, there is a powerful disease. GUILT. And soon, you eight will harbour this illness. Let it grow."
Allie needed to stand up for them. "No! What sort of twisted logic are you trying to use on us, anyways?"
"My, my. What a young and talented goalie we've got here. The Olympic team, huh? Well those dreams will fade to black soon."
He took Allie's arm, he twisted it further than it could go.
Snap.
Allie screamed, she sat back down, tears flowing down her face. Not only was she crying from the pain, but now her Olympic dreams are at risk.