At Saint Adam's Berry Hospital...

Simon approached the receptionist in the crowded lobby. All sorts of predators sat, waiting.

Behind the reception desk, was a white cow. She had a tired look on here eyes, and wore wire-framed glasses and wore a white crisp, uniform. She could be caught glancing at it from time to time, she wasn't at all fond of the white on white.

Amidst the quiet, Simon said with a low voice, "Excuse me, I'm here to see someone. Nyala Ramsis."

The receptionist glanced up, before looking back down to her computer. After a quick search, she leaned in and replied, "She doesn't appear to be taking visitors. Before scooting her chair over to a nearby phone."

Simon went on to say, "I'm a-"

Cuffing the phone into her shirt, she said, "I know, I'm ringing her nurse."

After ringing she relayed that a detective was looking to speak to Nyala. Keen on Nyala's distrust for the law enforcement, Simon interrupted, "Sorry, tell her it's Simon."

The receptionist glared at him. "I'm sorry, a detective by the name of, Simon. Yes, Simon. Okay."

...

"Okay, thank you."

Hanging up the phone, she quietly called to an idle nurse.

"Tiffany! Tiffany!"

"Huh, yeah-yes?"

"Can you escort this fellow to room 142 in the fourth ward?"

"Of course." Answered Tiffany.

Following this, Tiffany led Simon through the halls and eventually up an elevator. When the exited, they walked for a bit more before they had arrived.

When they approached, Tiffany quickly checked in on Nyala, popping a thumbs up and nodding. When Nyala confirmed everything was okay, the nurse let Simon in and took her leave. The room was square, and dull for the most part.

It was modestly furnished, Nyala had laid on a bed centering the room. Two chairs were placed next to the windows on the far end of the room. Both of which were cracked open. Aside from the plain walls and floors, some nursing equipment could be seen next to Nyala's bed and two tables. One was more of a coffee table in-between the two chairs and the second leaned against the wall across from the bed. There wasn't much else.

Simon had entered the room, cautiously. His presence seemed to momentarily startle Nyala. She hadn't seen Simon before, she had only heard of him from Jason throughout the years.

His visage was unique, those iconic red eyes, pinkish nose, and snow white fur had surprised her.

Simon had offered a tentative smile and a nod of acknowledgment. All to convey his intentions to respect her space.

After another, moment of pause, Simon gently broke the silence.

"May I sit?"

Nyala nodded, "Yes."

After her confirmation, Simon sat in the chair near the window and looked to the skies. He knew this would be difficult for her, hell, it was difficult for him. After breaking away from the skies, his gaze met the floor before rising to meet Nyala's eyes.

He had wanted to get straight to the point, but it was clear that wasn't the route to take. Though he was aware of that, the subsiding emotions, the one's he had buried. They had started to rise, Nyala was sure to have information. Information he could act on.

The anticipation had crept into him, through him like a poison. Aware of it, he instead opted for a more caring approach whilst still dancing along the lines of being, direct.

He spoke with a light, yet firm tone.

"Nyala... about Jason. I don't know what he got himself into, but I'm not gonna rest until I find who did this to him..."

Glancing out the window, he continued, "Forgive me, I had planned to... I, I don't even know how one's suppose to plan for this... what to say... I know I'm angry, really angry... Jason was rough and direct, but he cared, he did not deserver this."

"I hate myself for what I'm about to ask..."

He returned to meet her gaze once more.

"Can you tell me what happened, who you saw?..."

There was again, an awkward silence. Nyala looked down at the sheets covering her. Her face recoiled into pain as she thought on those moments. Through building tears, she recounted what she had heard, and who she had seen. The Buck.

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While she told Simon of what had happened, the pain was written, etched into her face, her being. She clenched the sheets and watered eyes, appeared distant. Her eyebrows were raised and she stammered, struggling to tell the story as her lips eased into a quiver.

As he witnessed, that pain. That hurt, a hurt spawned from trauma that couldn't be healed. Witnessing it, her being, his eyelid twitched. His teeth clenched and his brows, though hardly noticeable, pinched inward.

It angered him deeply, so much so, that it was all he felt. The sadness he had just felt mere moments ago had been killed and converted into fuel for this, his growing hatred of, the Buck.

When she concluded, all those tears, it rained.

Nyala had fought to maintain her composure, and given some time, she'd gradually stifled the pain. When she was ready, Simon spoke.

"Nyala...?"

As she wiped her eyes, she looked over to Simon.

"...You can't stay here, if I found you-" glancing at the room's door, he continued, "they, are likely to find you here too...I don't want to rush you, so if you feel, you need to stay. I'll be here..."

She shook her head. "No, you're right, I can't stay here. Staying any longer would only serve to put us at risk... So, what do we, what-do-we-do?"

Nyala asked, despite donning that saddened visage, her voice exuded determination.

"The address in the journal's mine. No one's aware of it so, now, we head there..."

Nyala nodded and ringed for her nurse.

The nurse had arrived and after hearing Nyala's request to be discharged, she informed Nyala of the necessary examinations needed. Simon, understanding, made his way into the hallway and sat on a bench, waiting for Nyala.

After Nyala had agreed, the Nurse relayed the info and had Nyala, as well as her two babies, assessed. Given some time, both were deemed, fine and ready for departure.

The nurse helped Nyala get dressed and gathered her belongings, a second nurse brought Nyala's babies from the nursery and handed the swaddled infant to Nyala.

"You're all set, Nyala" said the nurse with a reassuring smile. "Be sure to take it easy and don't hesitate to reach out should you need somethin, kay?"

Nyala nodded, holding her babies close. "I will. Thank you."

The nurse escorted them to the elevator before departing in a hurry.

Simon, glanced over at the infant cubs, "Are they boys, or girls?"

Nyala turned to Simon, "The one in my left arm is a girl, and the right a boy. There names are, Niala and Jason..."

Nyala expressed a bittersweet smile, "Jason insisted on naming them after us, I had opted for something else then, but now... It felt right."

Simon offered a nod. "I see..."

Back In Reception...

"Heylo there darlin, that white on white's got to be killing ya..." He said, leaning over the counter with a grin.

The receptionist looked up and smiled played on her lips.

After a pause, she leaned a bit closer, eyeing him with an impulsive, intent. "You wouldn't be wrong, how can help ya?"

Meeting her flirtatious gaze, he leaned a bit further with low voice. "Looking to question someone, name's, Nyala Ramsis..."

"Another one, hm. Just what did she do... One moment."

...

Simon and Nyala had arrived...

Nyala had caught a glimpse, her actions, stuttering in hesitation. Simon noticed it, her reluctance to go further. He eyed that officer, the Buck, with a dead-eyed stare.

"Is that him, Nyala?" Simon inquired, his gaze glued to the Buck talking the receptionist.

She stammered, "Ye-yes. That's him."

Seeking to ease Nyala's nerves, he told her.

"No doubt, he's here for you. Listen Nyala, just outside is a taxi, the Jaguar who brought you here, her name's Romona, and she being accompanied by a chinchilla named Jacob. You can trust them. Now, I want you to walk out that door, and head to that taxi. If he's tries to speak to you, don't stop."

Nyala's grew anxious, and the thuds of beating heart had become audible.

"Okay, okay, Wha-what will you do?" Inquired Nyala.

Simon looked to her and answered calmly, "I'm going to kill him, right here, right now... Head to the taxi and don't stop."

Simon gaze and his cold words, while it silenced her anxiety, she couldn't help but feel a bit unnerved.

Nodding, she cuffed her babies and walked onward, with Simon prowling just a couple of feet behind her. His took off his trench coat and tossed it aside and rolled up his sleeves.

With extended claws, he followed her, filled with rush. He knew what he was going to do. Amidst the anger, and excitement, he pressed on. He felt something growing, an urge tied to the sudden onset of adrenalin, hesitation. He silenced it with a faint guttural growl. He was going to do it, the Buck was going to die today.

...

When Nyala finally exited the hallway and entered the lobby, passing the receptionist desk.

The Buck smiled and turned to Nyala. She didn't stop, did what she was told. She kept walking.

He commented, playing with her name, "Ny-yala... Don't go runnin now..."

The receptionist glanced up and furrowed her brow in response. His tone betrayed his ill intent.

Despite the chill racing down her spine, she quickened her pace.

When he opted to pursue her, Simon grabbed his shoulders and slammed him on his back.

The others in the lobby had watched, looking on at the reception area, there eyes had idly dawdling for a bit. When Simon approached with his audible growl, well, in the now, otherwise, quiet lobby, everyone watched at this altercation began to unfold. It happened fast.

Many were still amidst, reacting to the sounds emanating from this, butchering...

Before the Buck himself could react, Simon was already on him. Punching and tearing at the Buck. The retaliation, the resistance was there, but it had faded near immediately. Simon was ferocious, his barrage of brutality racing, for the kill.

Now that he had started, Simon didn't stop. In the small, small moments in which he could catch a break, he was dazed, slipping in and out of consciousness. When he was nearly out, Simon grabbed the Buck's chin and guided his jaw to meet his now, white, blooded visage...

He was silent, allowing the Buck to gaze into red eyes. The Buck was trembling, wheezing, and with the little will left, it was though he was truly trying, to distance himself from Simon.

After a moment in silence, Simon's roughly gripped the Buck throat and pressed down. The Buck, barely manages to grab Simon's hand before, stopping.

With the Buck's movements ceasing, Simon dug into his throat, puncturing his flesh and tore out his throat before finally leaning back, and staring at the ceiling.

Many of those, all of whom witnessed the Wolf's onslaught of, violence, were tense. Mixed with fear, and confusion. Why, was laced in their minds. What did he do to warrant that brutality. Some stood up and eased into a dash, leaving the hospital. Others, after realizing prepped to follow.

Simon stood up and looked around, despite his earlier assumptions... He was in a hospital catering to prey, and he murdered one in front of many. After glancing back at the Buck, he walked over to the hallway to retrieve his trench coat, returned to the lobby, and returned to the cab where Nyala, Romona, and Jacob waited.

He had came back, bloodied and silent.