Scar's grip on the orderly eased enough for him to regain control when two others grabbed him from behind, but he was far from relenting.

"If you released them, let me see them!" He struggled against the grip of the two orderlies, still glowering at the first man he had approached. Nobody knew what happened when a patient was released. Scar's mind automatically jumped to the worst. Experimentation. Imprisonment. Death.

"If you don't give me answers, I swear before God that it will be your head! You know what's going on here!"