Vincent’s eyes fluttered open, his head throbbing painfully. He instinctively reach up to cradle his head, only to find his wrist tethered to a rope.

He glanced down at his hands and noticed he was hooked up to an IV drip.

“You’re awake?” Marianne’s voice broke the silence. Vincent turned towards the sound, a faint smile forming at the sight of her. But his smile quickly faded when Alexander entered the room, carrying Emilio in his arms.

“Since you’re up, we’re leaving now. The hospital bill is all taken care of,” Alexander said, holding Emilio a little closer as he spoke.

“That’s it? Are you just going to ignore the...