"Hey! Hey! You got to tell us what's going on??!" I yell.

"We're doing our best Mr. Snake be patient." She says.

"Patient?! Patient?!" I yell.

"Snakes cool it." Webs says.

"Cool it?! How am I supposed to cool it?" I slither back to them.

"I don't *Whaaa!*" Shark cries.

"Hey, hey, calm down Shark." Webs says.

"How are we supposed to be calm? We're waiting in a hospital waiting for some shred of news." I say.

The air tastes foul. My heart was racing. What was going on in there? We have to know.

"He's not dead, right?" Pirahna asks.

Shark bursts into tears. I glare at him.

"Pirahna!" Webs yells.

"Sorry." He sits back.

"Guys. Guys. Guys. He's Wolf. He's strong. He's badass." Webs says.

"Yeah, he damn right is." I say.

"But... who was that guy?" Pirahna asks.

"What guy?" I hiss. 

I turn to him.

"The guy with the gun." Pirahna says.

I grab him.

"You saw him?" I ask.

He nods.

"And you didn't tell us sooner?!" I shake him.

"I thought you knew!" Pirahna yells.

"Excuse me." A nurse says.

We turn. I jump. 

"Are you the Bad Guys?" She asks.

"What? Do we look like paparazzi?" I lift an eyebrow.

"... I'll take that as a yes." She says.

"Listen lady, can we go in or not?" I ask.

"Yes, but fair warning he is unconscious." She says.

I draw back.

"Prepare for a lot and be very quiet." She says.

"Okay." We all nod.