Atlas was walking away from officer Ben's room when he saw doctors running towards a room.
He trashed the cup in his hand to the nearest trash bin he saw, and followed them.
With his heart in his stomach, he ran.
"Let me through!" He screamed at the top of his voice as he arrived at the door of the room Aveline was being kept in.
"Sorry sir, we can't do that," one bodyguard said.
He was about to force his way in, when the officer watching him grabbed him from behind.
"If you want to add one more thing to your charges, be my guest. If not, you will allow the medical staff to do their job!" He screamed at him.
Atlas lost it.
"Do you not fucking understand my wife is in there? I just want to know if she's fine. I want to!" He bellowed, the echo of his voice quivering a little to project his fear.
The officer began to pull out a handcuff when a doctor stepped in.
