They were back in hospital, for Theodore's rehabilitation.
Theodore looking at his leg scar,"It should fade over the years.", said the nurse,"It will leave a mark, but it will be a cool scar.", Theodore gave her his teddy as rehabilitation began.

Ike was quiet. . . Quentin was leaving soon for this camp; Soon it would just be him, his mom, dad and sister, Beatrix had been crying and begging for Quentin to stay.
There wasn't anything she could do. . . Quentin had to go; He went too far too many times.
"Shit!"
Ike flinched at the swear, seeing a doctor crouched at Norman, who was cough and unable to breath, clutching his chest and covering his mouth, Kyle was pushed back as the doctors rushed Norman in.
"Looks busy."
Ike's fear turned to anger; Gordon.
"What do you want. Don't you have employees to go bother."
Gordon raised an eyebrow, a smile at Cornelius that never felt right or met his eyes,"Feisty kids you have.", Cornelius wanted glare at him too, to tell him to get out but they were in a hospital.
"Ike you go see Norman. . ."
Ike nods.

~

Theodore and Ike sat by Norman, a nurse checking his levels and the doctor again; Found nothing.
"It doesn't make sense. . . He has so many symptoms but nothing is working."
Ike whispered to Theodore that was a mystery: Norman's illness, so severe and unknown but while machines say it detects something; They can't find what.
Robert heard this.

He approached Kyle, who had tears in his eyes and looking at Norman.
"Is this. . ."
"A terrible sight. . ."
Kyle blinked as hard as he could to keep his tears back, as Norman was getting an IV,"He shouldn't be here. . . He should be a kid; In the sun, with friends and. . . Not tied down to a hospital bed.", "And I agree. I agree more than ever.", they stood in silence for a moment.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Robert turned to Kyle,"I'm a scientist and I do have equipment.", Robert knew something was wrong, a single hair sample showed high signs of chemicals; Norman was taking something making him sick.
A tear escaped Kyle's eye,"Is there anything I can do to help.", Kyle kelt quiet, just past Robert and down the hall loomed Gordon.
Motioned Kyle; They need to talk.
Kyle put his phone in Robert's hand, didn't say anything but mouthed: Open texts.
Kyle walked to Gordon, wiping his face as Gordon's smile looked more and more twisted.
Robert clicked on Kyle's phone, finding a password lock but the password wasn't too hard.
Norman.
Robert found Kyle's texts and. . . He kept a straight face but inside, he was boiling up with that familiar anger.
Texts from Gordon, Doctors, Nurses and from Gale and The Tavish family.
All with familiar conversations.
Talks of experiments on people, cult rituals, failures, about himself and his family.
But Gordon's texts stood out.
One:

'You stop giving Norman the serum, I'll put him to sleep in a nice coffin.'
Robert could have crushed the phone in his hands, instead he moved calmly to the bathroom and took out his own phone, began to take pictures of each conversation; Every text and ID.
They wanted to fuck around and find out.
Fine.

=

Kyle got his phone back, and. . . He was ashamed; He couldn't protect his own son.
Would Robert help him?
But to his shock, Robert whispered,"I can help. Just give me time; Play a long game.", Kyle nods, hope in his chest.
For Norman.
Not for him.