Banner shouted, "Oh, God! I can't believe you left him in all night." Ryans explained, "You didn't say anything when I asked..."

"I expected some common sense on your part. Open the drawer!" Banner felt Tord's pulse.

"Is he dead?"

"No. Get him upstairs immediately. He's dehydrated. I want him on an IV by the time I get up there." Banner started to walk out of the room but Ryans stopped him, "I tried to tell you when I came to your office..."

"I expected you to take him out. You're a physician. I shouldn't have to spell everything out for you." Tord was put in a room so the nurses could keep watch on him, Dr. White was keeping an eye on him. She walked over to him and called out, "Mr. Larrson? Tord?" She pulled the blanket down to reveal bruises all over his chest. Dr. White marched after Dr. Banner, "Brandon. Brandon, can I speak with you for a moment, please? What have you done with Tord Larrson?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's unconscious."

"He's recovering from Loxadol and Ativan." Dr. Banner explained.

"...Loxadol? He didn't need neuroleptics." White snapped.

"You know that from what, a couple of two-minute stares across the room?" Banner scoffed.

"He didn't need antipsychotics, if that's all you gave him."

"After he attacked me, I figured he'd need a little placating."

"You sure he wasn't provoked?"

"Are you sure you wanna make an accusation like that?"

"I'm not making any accusations. He's bruised up."

"Happens sometimes when you gotta restrain them."

"Listen to me. He is not gonna end up like Ivan Valenski. I don't know what you're trying to do, but he's not a lab animal. You can't reprogram them, no matter what cocktail of drugs..." Banner growled, "You really don't let up, do you? Just because you failed Ivan Valenski... doesn't mean the rest of us did. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's Christmas, remember?"