Chapter 8

“Then I heard Natalie scream, and I… Uh… I hid in the kitchen. Whoever it was didn’t bother checking the kitchen or ever going on there.” Zac said, summing up the entire episode from earlier that night. Isaac looked at him, and Zac felt nervous, like he was being questioned again by the police.

“So you didn’t see the guy at all?” Isaac asked.

“No, Taylor did.”

“He’s in the hospital,” Natalie said. Natalie had hid when the killer came in, before, just like Zac. She couldn’t tell where he had originated from, because she hadn’t seen him come in. When she heard the shatter she screamed and when she looked around she saw the killer’s back and instinctively hid.

“Is he… ok?” Isaac asked, scared to hear the answer.

“I would think so,” Zac said with a smile, “It seemed, on the way here, he was just as cynical as ever.” Isaac smiled.

“How long is he going to be in there?” he asked.

"I don't think it will be more than a couple days," Natalie said. "I don't think it was too serious."

"Well, he was lucky he only got stabbed in the shoulder," Zac added.

"When will we be able to see him?" Isaac asked. "Soon I hope, I want to talk to him."

"We'll go tomorrow and check up, alright?" Zac said. "He's safe now, and I think we should go home. I'm so tired." He yawned. There were visible bags under his eyes. It looked like he could barely keep his eyes open, and by looking at him, Isaac remembered just how late it was.

He got everyone in the car and they dropped Natalie off at home and then they went home. Isaac hoped that it was the last that he would have to hear of any murders.

The next morning, or should we say, nearly afternoon, Isaac and Zac woke up at about 11 o'clock, which was rather late for them. Zac's first instinct when he woke up was to get Taylor up too, because Taylor was a pretty late sleeper himself. He looked over to where Taylor should have been sleeping, and saw an empty bed. He let out a sigh and got up. He walked out to the living room to find Isaac already out there. Isaac looked like he had just woken up a few minutes before. He was dressed in a long sleeved, dark green shirt and jeans. It appeared that he was just kind of sitting there, spacing out, but when he noticed Zac he turned to face him.

"Good morning, Zac," he said dryly.
"Uhmmm... you too," Zac responded. "Are we going to still go?"

"Of course!" Isaac exclaimed.

"Alright, I'll be ready in a little bit... 30 minutes?" Zac said. He disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower and change for the next 39 minutes, and when he emerged, he was wearing a navy blue shirt with a white stripe across the front and jeans. Moments later, they left the house and were off to see Taylor. It was about a 20 minute drive to the hospital, and it was the most excrutiating 20 minutes of Zac's life. They pulled into St. Joseph's hospital and went inside. Zac ran ahead in a childish excitement, and asked where Taylor was. The woman smiled slightly at the behavior Zac was showing, and gave him a room number. She looked up at Isaac questioningly.

"Don't worry, I'm with him," he reassured her. "I wouldn't let him go alone... He's kind of like a puppy."

Zac made a face at that comment, but continued on to find the room Taylor was temporarily residing in. 116. It wasn't too hard to find, and when they reached it, Zac suddenly was scared to see him. Zac had never been too fond of hospitals, and under the given circumstances, he found himself a wreck. As he was about the open the door, a nurse walked out. Zac looked at him questioningly, and the nurse stood to the side and said,

"You can see him now."