Vincent drove like a madman through the streets, weaving his way between cars.

"How is she?" he asked Rhea, who had Morticia's body resting on her. Jamie was with them, just as concerned.

"Her pulse is slowing, Vince," Rhea said, panicked.

"Fuck," Vincent cursed, pressing the accelerator harder, speeding dangerously fast.

That bitch Dimitri was as good as dead when he got his hands on her. They reached the hospital, and the car screeched to a halt.

Jamie quickly carried Morticia out, but Vincent took her from him, dashing into the hospital, breathing heavily.

"Help!" he yelled. Fortunately, the nurses rushed over. They placed Morticia on a stretcher and fitted...