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Marcellus pulls back the covers and jumps out of the bed. He puts on his shoes before running outside of his room. The injury on his leg still has not recovered, but all he sees is Katrina. He limps along on unsteady legs as he makes his way outside. He rushes out of the hospital room, without a care for his health. "Mr. Brook!” the nurse in charge of his care exclaims. “Where are you going? You’re not supposed to get out of bed right now!" The young nurse is bringing medicine into the ward when she runs into Marcellus. All her protests fall on deaf ears. Marcellus’s injury does nothing to slow him down. The nurse’s efforts are nothing compared to his determination. Pushing the nurse out of the way, he gets into the elevator and closes the doors on her. The nurse panics, quickly repor