Sunday, December 7, 2014

Her First Day (Part 13)

                He passed the cops, heading straight for Missy’s room. His heart was in his throat. There was an orderly coming out of her room.
                “What’s going on?” asked Holland, out of breath.
                “He escaped.”
                “What happen?”
                “The cop undid his cuffs, so he could use the bathroom. He grabbed his gun and took off. We don’t know where he is,” he said.
                “Shit,” he said. “Is she okay?”
                “Yeah, I just checked her room out. She is sound asleep still and he is nowhere to be found. Go in there and lock the door. He won’t be able to get in.”
                “Okay, thank you,” Holland said, walking past the orderly. He heard a shot ring out. He turned in time to see Farmer walking toward him, gun pointed his way. The orderly was on the ground. His green scrubs quickly turning brown. Holland walked into the room, closing the door and turning the lock, hoping it would keep the two of them safe. He heard someone yelling at Farmer, another shot ringing out. He looked toward Missy. She stirred, but did not wake up. He hoped she remained asleep until this was all over. He heard Farmer yelling. He knew he would get in that room. He had to get Missy out of there. He looked out the window, seeing the roof top to the wing below them. He stood on the chair opening the window. Knowing there was no way he could carry her out the window and onto the rooftop, he utilized her sleeping state to move her into the bathroom, locking to door behind them. He heard another shot ring out against the door. The second door in the bathroom lead into the next room. He undid the lock and looked into an empty room. He heard Farmer cursing, believing they went out the open window. He heard another two shots as Farmer pulled the trigger out the window. There was a scuffle and another shot fired. He placed Missy on the empty bed. He clicked the lock to the door of the empty room, hoping no one heard it. Going back through the bathroom, he listened with his ear against the door. When he didn’t hear anything, he quietly opened the door. The room was empty. There was no sign of Farmer or anyone else. The door had a sizeable hole in it and there was blood on the floor. A lot of blood. Whomever had been shot was bleeding badly. He went out into the hallway. He saw a doctor, a couple of nurses and an orderly working on the fallen orderly.
                “Where is Farmer?” he asked.
                “They just rushed him down to the OR. An officer shot him. They are unsure of his condition and don’t even know if he will make it. Personally, I hope he doesn’t,” said the orderly. “Where is the patient he was after?”
                “In the next room,” Holland said. “I got her out in time.”
                “Good, keep her in there. Her room is a mess.”
                “Yeah, she slept through it all.”
                “She never needs to know what happened. Go back in with her. We will update you as soon as we know anything.”


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