When Nora had three pints of blood, she disconnected Rafferty, swabbed his arm with rubbing alcohol, and gathered up her gear.
Rafferty started coming around. Already feeling the loss of blood, Rafferty has never been this weak or helpless before. He could barely moan.
Mad Dog walked Nora to her car, while Lester stayed behind.
Nora said, "Call me if there's any problem."
Mad Dog said, "How much do you think you can get from him?"
Nora had no idea. "I don't want to kill him." Then, remembering, she said, "Oh, feed him. Give him orange juice."
"We didn't plan on him eating."
"He can't give blood if he's dead." Nora indicated Lester. "And don't let Lester bother him."
Mad Dog said, "I won't."
Nora was dubious, but still she drove off in her car.
Inside the drying house, drained of strength, Rafferty was very tightly bound to the cot. His eyes were taped with gauze. He heard a truck driving off.
A moment later, with his plastic baseball bat, Lester came and sat on the bunk beside Rafferty. He ripped the adhesive tape from Rafferty's mouth, then leaned over and made a slurping sound in Rafferty's ear.
"You're gonna die here, dickhead," he whispered.
Rafferty said, "Eat shit and die!"
Angered, Lester punched Rafferty's head with the bat.
"We want Jeremiah Quint's money." He punched Rafferty again, even angrier. "Where is it?"
Rafferty said hoarsely, "I don't have it!"
Lester started beating Rafferty about the head and shoulders with the plastic bat. But soon Lester had lost control and was viciously attacking Rafferty with the fungo bat.
Rafferty, his nose bleeding, the blood streaming over his face, reeling from the pain, was desperate. His guts churned with hatred and disgust.
"I don't have it!"
Lester was outraged. He smacked Rafferty's head with the bat's butt end. Rafferty couldn't speak. Lester smacked Rafferty again and again.
"Where's the fucking money!"
Lester went berserk with the plastic bat. Rafferty gasped from the shock. His face was badly beaten. Blood from his nose smeared even the mattress.
"Eat shit and die!" Lester cried.
Lester threw away the plastic bat, grabbed Rafferty's throat with one hand and held his knife's blade against Rafferty's throat with the other hand. He whispered now with deadly passion.
"I'm gonna cut your throat, because I want to."
Mad Dog grabbed his son's knife hand and took the knife away.
"Mad Dog!" Lester threatened.
Mad Dog said, "No! I said no more!
Once Lester backed down, Mad Dog yanked his son outside.
Lester started his truck, while Mad Dog stood beside it.
Mad Dog said, "You're going down to get some more food. He's gotta eat."
Lester said, "Why bother?"
"Because we need his blood."
"Why should we help Nora? What do we get outa it?"
"Tomo’s father saved my life in prison. He carried me outa that stinking laundry room. I owe him."
Frustrated, Lester drove away.
Mad Dog watched his son drive off.
Once again inside Mad Dog approached Rafferty.
Gasping, Rafferty said, "I have to use the bathroom. Please! Let me use the bathroom.
Mad Dog said absently, "Yeah, yeah -- "
Rafferty was in agony. "Diarrhea."
Mad Dog said, "Goddam!
"I got diarrhea -- " Rafferty whispered.
Mad Dog was disgusted. "Not on my bunk!"
Mad Dog untied Rafferty’s legs, then pulled him erect. He took Rafferty by the collar and pushed him outside.
Holding his knife at Rafferty's throat, Mad Dog pushed him towards the portajohn. Rafferty stumbled, in great agony, bleeding and beaten, suffering from his great loss of blood. At the portajohn, Mad Dog untied Rafferty's hands and shoved Rafferty inside and slammed the door after him.
Inside the portajohn Rafferty ripped the gauze off his eyes. Looking around for a weapon, he spotted the toilet paper holder. It was just a coathanger wire twisted to hold a roll of toilet paper. Rafferty unwound it, then wrapped it around his hand until both pointed ends became prongs. These ends he twisted into a single sharp prong with a sturdy hilt.
Mad Dog said, "Aren't you finished yet?"