"What the fuck is happening?!" Jackie shouted in exasperation as he wrapped his arms around himself, the hero swallowing hard as he fought to keep his gaze off of Jameson's body.

"I...I didn't think the end of the world would look like this..." Chase whispered in disbelief as he adjusted the brim of his hat.

"Marvin, can't you do some kind of magic and bring Jameson back?" Seán pleaded quietly with desperation in his eyes, looking at the magician with a hint of hope.

Marvin bit his lip and shook his head. "I wish I could bring Jamie back, but...I can't. Besides, if I use too much energy, I'll get tired and..." Marvin trailed off, sighing softly.

"No one have anything vith sugar, zhat vill only make you more drowsy." Henrik spoke up softly in a heartbroken voice, watching Iplier move Jameson out of the room.

"I-I need to call my family, and Anti, a-and Mark, and-"

"Take a breath Seán, please. I'll work on getting a hold of Mark and Anti, focus on your family." Jackie spoke up gently as he retrieved his phone.

Seán nodded and paced the room as he called his family, getting sent to voicemail even after calling three times. "O-oh my god this has to be a nightmare..."

"I wish it was." Chase muttered, rubbing his eyes a bit as he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Anti glitched into the room after Jackie hung up, his expression grim. "Jamie's really gone...isn't he?"

Seán's eyes welled with tears as he nodded, a quiet sob escaping before he covered his mouth and looked at the ground to try and force the image of Jameson's body out of his head. 

"Ve need to figure zhis out." Henrik spoke up as Iplier returned, adjusting his lab coat to give his hands something to do.

"We can examine some of the bodies, try to find something in common. Each patient here had different symptoms, and some that died were completely healthy...like the few of Mark's egos that died...this doesn't make sense." Iplier grumbled, fighting to keep a calm composure.

"I'll help...but ve are leaving Jameson's body alone, got it?" Henrik growled, glaring at Iplier while the American doctor only nodded slightly to show he understood.

"If it's all the same to you, I'm not sticking around to watch." Seán walked out of the room with the other egos following to let the doctors work.

"I'll bring a few patients in." Henrik volunteered, pushing three stretchers into the room that had patients of different ages, genders, and reasons for being admitted into the hospital.

"We've got William Rogers, age twenty-three man admitted at approximately six this evening due to a third degree burn on his arm from a mishap involving his grill, Ada Wilson, age nineteen woman admitted at approximately four this evening from alcohol poisoning, and fifty year old Tom Buchanan, who was admitted with heart issues at approximately nine this morning. All of their times of death is estimated to be at ten pm." Iplier listed off as Henrik prepared himself.

"Vhat is the time right now?" Henrik muttered softly as he pulled blue rubber gloves on, wincing at the sound it made.

"Time right now is ten forty-seven pm." Iplier stated, putting on gloves before getting to work shaving the patients while Henrik made sure they had all the equipment they needed.

"We're all dying...aren't we?" Iplier looked at Henrik, bone saw in hand as he stood by the first patient.

Henrik said nothing and avoided his gaze as he grabbed a bone saw, taking a deep breath before starting to cut into the second patient's head with steady hands.
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"Should we go pick up Mark and his egos while the doctors do whatever it is they're doing?" Jackie wondered aloud

"No...Seán, call Mark and have him come up here." Marvin instructed, fidgeting with his mask as he tried not to yawn.

"I don't wanna die like this." Chase folded his arms across his chest, looking up at the other egos while Seán talked with Mark on the phone.

"No one's fucking dying." Jackie scowled, his fingers curling into fists at his side while Anti shot a glare at him. "Jameson's already dead, and no one knows what the fuck is happening!"

"Robbie no want fighting! Robbie...Robbie want Jamie..." Robbie sniffled, Chase quietly hugging the zombie tight.

Seán hung up and stuck his phone in his pocket before looking around at his egos. "Mark's on his way with his egos that are left...Amy didn't make it, hell, even Chica and Henry are dead too. Mark tried getting a hold of Ethan, Tyler, Bob, and Wade, but hasn't heard from any of them."

"This has to be a worldwide thing if Seán's hasn't answered...or at least something happening in the LA and Ireland somehow." Jackie muttered thoughtfully.

"Guys, what if it's the government? I mean, I've seen a shit ton of movies like this and most of the time the world goes to hell 'cause the government's released some kind of virus or whatever on accident." Chase spoke up.

"It's not zhe government Chase, and zhis sure as hell isn't some kind of movie. Zhis is real." Henrik interjected as he walked out with a Iplier, the doctors stripping off their gloves with a bit of blood splattered on their lab coats.

"What did you guys find? Any kind of correlation that can help us figure this out?" Seán prompted, biting his lip as the doctors exchanged a look.

"We did find something...each patient had a burn in the shape of a triangle approximately two centimeters wide and a centimeter deep in the subject's frontal lobes." Iplier reported grimly.

"What? How? That can't be-"

"None of this is possible Marvin, people don't just die in their sleep simultaneously!" Iplier interrupted irritably before rubbing his face with his hands. "Sorry, I'm just...tired."

"What do we do?" Seán asked quietly, his voice shaking and eyes wide with fear as the doctors went quiet for a moment.

"For now...all ve can do is stay avake."