I was trapped.
I was trapped in a room with the son of a bitch who was
responsible for all of this, and I had to figure out a way to get myself, and
him out of this mess.
I quietly closed the door, hoping that the nurses hadn’t heard
me.
“It’s going to kill us.” Albert’s voice was getting louder. He
was starting to panic.
“Shut up.” I whispered. “If they hear us, then yes, they will
kill us.”
Albert bit his dried, withered lip and backed away from me.
I tried to think. I tried to clear my head, and form a plan.
We couldn’t go out the window. We were ten floors up. The
nurses were in the hallway, so that way was blocked.
I glanced around the room.
Then I saw a way out.
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