Let Us Hope for our Lives for our Freedom
You had overheard some nurses chattering about some interesting projects they had planned for the room on the top floor… Wait- thats your room. The night your body must have split to let her have some freedom, they saw it, didnt they?
You then glance over at your phone, almost dead, enough to make a quick call. It was almost sad you had to think about if you should call him or not. You decided it would be for the best if you did, hopefully not triggering him with the situation.
The contact list is then scrolled through until you reach his name, holding the device closer with still small winces escaping you “Hey, I am going to make this quick, I need you to pick me up.. Now. And um… Bring somethin that can protect.”