The Yellow Skittle Sociopaths

Chapter 12

I place my head in my hands, trying desperately to think of a plan as I sit on the cold, hard stone bench. How in the world was I supposed to get Anthoni out? I'd never had to bust somebody out of a hospital before.... and now I was at a complete loss as to what I should do.

Sherlock joins me, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his blue eyes downcast. "Everything all right?" He asks.

"What do you think?" I say, quietly and miserably.

Sherlock sighs. "John is with her, she'll be fine. Well.... Sort of...."

"What do you mean, 'sort of?'" I ask, lifting my crest-fallen face to stare questioningly at Sherlock. There is no edge to my voice anymore; just emptiness.

"Never mind, forget I said anything." He shakes his head, his tone dismissive and hasty as he turns a 90 degree spin away from me, then back again. "The point is, they have each other in some way, shape or form, and its our job to get them out."

"Yeah," I say, burying my head back in my hands; the light gone from my normally sparkling blue eyes. "I just don't know what to do, Sherlock." I whisper. "For the first time in my bloody life, I don't know what to do."

"Well, you're not the one who got poisoned now, did you? That was Anthoni. And why did she get poisoned? Because you weren't there for her." He pauses a moment. "But, you can be there for her now by thinking up a plan to rescue her."

"Well, that's bloody inspirational." I think to myself, staring at the brick path before me.

"How could I have been there for her?" I exclaim, uncovering my face and unexpectedly revealing the tear streaks. I hastily brush them away and continue on. "I was still trying to reach her when she was poisoned. And as to the rescue," I pause to swallow the lump in my throat, "I haven't the faintest bloody idea."

"Think Savanna." He says, sitting on the bench beside me. "Think."

"I am thinking!" I exclaim, my voice catching in my throat on the last word. I fall into silence, failing to come up with anything.

"Oh for God's sakes woman!" He says as I take too long to answer, flailing his arms agitatedly. "You aren't the only one! John's in there too! You think I have the slightest bloody idea as to how to rescue a person?" He begins to get extremely worked up. "No, that was always John. Always! He never expected me to be in this situation, and I never expected this either. But one of us has to get through this so it might as well be the both of us."

I place my chin in my hand, looking around and observing the surroundings. I notice the police cars in the distance, not far from the hospital. They are all vacant, as the occupants are all in the hospital interrogating Sherlock's and my only friends. The thought sends my mind reeling, but I force myself to focus.

"We could get a laptop from a car," I state, coming to a sudden realization. "And we could hack into the security systems of the hospital."

After a moments thought, I look up at him. "I'm sure the both of us, with our brilliance, could figure out how to do it." But I quickly revise this statement. I didn't want to fight with Sherlock any more. I simply didnt have the energy or will. "Of course, you probably know how."

When he doesn't answer right away, I stand up, placing a hand on his shoulder. He flinches slightly, but doesn't move away. "I know this isn't easy." I say gently. "But we can do it. I really think this'll work."

"All right." He nods and states quietly. As I walk away, he says. "Of course I know how to hack into a security system!" But he mumbles, and I assume he doesn't want me to hear.