Albert’s bathroom connected to the next room over. A corner
room. The main door opened on to a different hallway.
“Come on.” I wrapped my arm around Albert’s waist and we
started into the bathroom.
“It’ll get us.” He was mumbling to himself. “No use. It’ll get
us.”
“Do you want me to leave you behind?” I loosened my grip.
He looked at me, shaking his head, his eyes wide with fear.
“Then be quiet.” My voice was ice cold.
The bathroom was small, and in a few seconds were through the
other door, and in a room with two sleeping patients, their curtains drawn
around their beds. Quietly we made our way to the door leading out into the
hall.
I let Albert go, and leaned him against the wall. Then, doing
my best not to wake the other patients, I cracked the door open and looked out
into the hallway.
Empty. Perfect.
I turned back to Albert, and nearly screamed.
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