Danielle.
Someone had closed the door before she could escape the rough arms that were holding her. Pressing her face into the window, she watched as three men attempted to tackle Patrick to the ground to free the nurse. Every time it seemed as though they were gaining an edge on him, he somehow found renewed strength to shove one or more off of him. The nurse’s face was turning purple, as his hand wrapped tightly around her neck.
Danielle stared in horror as dark veins began showing themselves under his skin and on his face. Even his eyes were turning red and black. She didn’t understand what was happening to him, but she couldn’t ignore the fear that passed over Graham’s features. Her instincts told her that something was very, very wrong.
Shouting from down the hallway grabbed her
