Subject 116

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Everything went so much smoother than I thought it would have. Abby did most of the talking when it came to explaining things, and we got a few people coming back and asking us for confirmation if this was the truth or not. Some had breakdowns, others just focused on logic and wanted to participate in helping out. I would have guessed someone might have blown our cover by now, but we were all safe. Everyone around the ages seven to twenty five knew the truth, and that was more than enough. The younger would tag along, and someone would have to give them a lie of an explanation before the escape, just so we don't risk a crying session that leads the staff into the room. I had already explained to Lydia that we needed to get out, and told her that I would say why once we were actually outside. Being the smart little thing she is, she agreed and said nothing else about it. I'm so glad I chose to care for such a mature kid for her age, I couldn't deal with tantrums right now. Finn had talked to a few of the kids, and for some reason, they really liked him. His appearance hadn't changed whatsoever since when we first met, but I had gotten used to it by now, it wasn't his fault after all. I honestly didn't mind from the start, I see people for who they are rather than what they look like. Mom told me that was one of her favorite things about me. She was a good woman. I really missed her in that place, I thought about her almost every night, and tried to keep myself together for everyone else's sake, and my own. Losing control of my emotions would affect my motivation, I could deal with all that baggage once we were out.

I was chatting with Monica, keeping one eye on her, and the other on Lydia, who was with her regular group of younger kids. I was really looking forward to getting out of here, and allowing her to grow up normally. This would be crucial to her childhood, and I had no idea what was going to happen once we were all out, but anything was better than certain death. Monica wanted to get out for the sake of freedom, and to make up for what happened to Peyton. I wanted to get out so my dad wouldn't be lonely. And then there was Finn. I had no idea what his motives were, hell, I don't even think he knew. But he was determined, that's for sure. He had done a large portion of the thinking process, if not all of it. Another thing I was looking forward to, getting to know Finn. The real Finn, once he figured himself, and his emotions out. I just wished he could somehow get his memories back, he was missing out on so much.

He had just gone down the hall for his regular submersion session, and it was taking a little longer than usual, but I wasn't worried this time. The last person the staff would kill off would be Finn, if anything, they were probably saving him for last. I was Monica tapping her foot on the floor, she was anxious for him. I didn't say anything, because I knew he was going to come back safely.

He did, but something was off. He looked even more sickly than usual, and that's saying something. Like he was ready to tip over at any second. He was wincing like he had a massive headache, and trying his best not to stumble. Monica recognized my concern and turned over to see for herself.

Finn just stood there for a minute, not having the strength to go much further, until he suddenly looked really worried, and then turned for the bathroom, forcing the door open and basically slipping inside.

I got up from my seat and went after him, filled with confusion and concern. I wanted to just open the door and ask if he was alright, but I stopped when I heard the sounds of vomiting.

How the hell did he get so sick so fast? Why wouldn't he tell me? Did he not understand that he was under the weather, or was he trying to prevent more distractions for the plan? In any case, I didn't like either excuse. I wish he would talk about his feelings more, mentally or physically, because this was just straight up unhealthy.

I waited a minute after the sounds stopped, and softly knocked on the door, not saying anything, just waiting for a response.

"Hallie?" he knew it was me just based on how gently I was trying to approach him. His voice cracked from the strain, it was painful to hear.