Shaking off the thought, I willed my legs to move. I slipped out of the bed with effort and then padded across the hospital room. The stale white walls and the sll of chemicals were overwhelming. I concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and moving towards the door. It was a Herculean task—opening that door. I felt weak and dizzy. My feet were loud as I trudged forward.
I was rather satisfied that I had managed to escape the room without being noticed. The reception area was empty, with the woman behind the desk nodding off. I snorted as I moved past her. I hoped that she would not wake up.
At a distance, I heard the commotion. I pushed my body forward, knowing well that they would find if I wasn't fast enough. I could hear them frantically calling for the guards.
They missed as they stord past the wall I was standing behind. I slid past as the guards made a turn and finally stood in front of the elevator. Breathing a sigh of relief, I pushed the button and waited for the car to arrive.
The door slid open and I found myself wedged between the doors before it was fully open. I bit back the flash of pain when I brushed my shoulder against the side of one of the sliding doors.
There were definitely a few broken bones involved.
I ground my teeth together as I waited for the elevator to reach the basent. The plan had ford in my mind by the ti I reached the first floor.
I would choose a car, break into it and then drive it off to the nearest safe place.
My apartnt was the first place to go, I decided. I would load the ammunition, so clothes and all the cash I had in the apartnt and then I would disappear. It would have been as easy as that.
When the elevator pinged, I pushed myself off the elevator walls and waited to move out as soon as the door opened.
The door slid open slowly.
I froze as I saw the shadow of a man on the other side.
That was it.
There was no escaping.
"Mia," he grinned as he stared at . "If you're done with the theatrics, they need to check you over." He motioned to move to the other side and then stepped into the elevator.
We remained silent for the rest of the ride. When the ping ca again, I was too exhausted to look for another exit. I felt sothing being placed on my shoulder and craned my neck to look at him. I flinched in pain but managed to give him a pointed look.
"I don't want anyone to see you half-naked," he shrugged. He patted the jacket and then placed his hand on my back. He guided through the hallways and never once insisted to help walk.
That was the thing about Jacob; he never made feel weak.
Apparently, he never deceived , either.
He was probably the only one.
It seed like the entire staff was running up and down the floor. The amount of noise they produced was giving a raging headache. I wanted to throw sothing at them, but I knew that my body would not cooperate. I think Jacob would have helped if I asked him.
.
It took a while to realize that I had sohow lost my voice.
My throat was swollen, and it hurt whenever I tried to swallow. It felt as it I was rubbing sandpaper against it. I just answered with affirmative or negative gestures when I was asked any question. Anything beyond that was hopeless.
I quite enjoyed the frustration on their faces, though.
They had no clue why I was in the condition that I was; they just knew that all caras near the room where to be deactivated and the doctors on the floor had to be approved by Jacob. He had proudly boasted about how he had bribed them into clearing all the patients to another facility so that there was no unauthorized person on the particular floor.
I was a bit impressed, but I couldn't understand why he was going to such extents to keep protected. It was not as if I was of any use to the organization any longer. What personal gains could he possibly have?
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