A dark caption. Part two of three.

Dr. Vasquez, a hospital administrator, was put in charge of what was quickly becoming a massive crisis at the hospital. Now she was going through everything. She was piecing together where Valarie and Bruce were step-by-step and he quickly ruled out the doctors and nurses assigned to them. None of them had a thing to do with this, and none seemed to be at fault. Not only that, but there were no errors, no mistakes that would have caused a lapse in security for someone to do such a thing. That led her to the conclusion that whoever did this was someone who worked here.

She put her blazer on her chair, and rubbed her shoulders, looking down at her tan, sleeveless arms absentmindedly. She had an idea of who it was. Dr. Kramer had been on her radar for a while now for an oddly high number of patient deaths. Deaths were not unusual in a hospital, but how his were handled and odd timing of them had raised her eyebrows a short time ago.

She thought about putting her blazer on, but decided not to. She grabbed her phone and several files, then told her secretary where she was going. Grabbing a member of security, she went to go confront him.

She found him in his office calmly working and she laid those files carefully across his desk. Ten files, with nine dead and one alive but with his head very much on the wrong body. Behind her the security guard stood, calmly but ready for action if need be.

Dr. Kramer looked at each of the names on the files. She had done it. She had figured out every single one of his test subjects. She then mentioned a nurse, a Nurse Landry and he looked up.

Dr. Vasquez smiled. He hadn't broke, but she had him and she knew he knew it. She was part of his normal team, and she would know if he had done anything improper. However, Dr. Vasquez also knew that Landry hadn't said a word. It was a bluff to gauge his reaction and it had worked. Now she could hammer at his staff and if he didn't crack, one of them would and he'd be sunk. Until then, he'd be on administrative leave and barred from the building, and the police would be involved once she got back to her office.

She smiled and got up, and went to pick up her files. As she did, she thought he was handing her one, but he instead jabbed her with a syringe. The security guard sprung into action immediately, but a second syringe was quickly injected into his arm. Before he could radio for help, he was unconscious, as was Dr. Vasquez.

Later that day, the security guard got up from an operating table in an empty operating room, walked out, and started to walk down the hall. He ignored the nurses who looked at him with surprised faces. He was too focused. Hands on his hips, largely because he thought it might steady him new form, he walked, the click of the heels loud to him with each step, each an auditory reminder of whose body his head was now attached to.

He walked into the security office and immediately got the top staff, telling them to meet him now. While he didn't have anything concrete, he had a few guesses, guesses that were completely correct. He guessed that Dr. Vasquez was dead and that those files were gone. He also correctly guessed that he was left alive and in this condition as a warning to anyone who investigated further. He also correctly guessed that Dr. Vasquez probably didn't bring the original files with her.

It was all laid out in front of them, and while he was glad he would be instrumental in putting Dr. Kramer away, he couldn't help but feel for Dr. Vasquez and the others. He wasn't worried about having her body below the neck, at least now right now. He had far bigger things to think about now.