Amnesia

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Fighting the sedatives in his system, Ryan raised his eyes to the assassin, who was still striding down the hall, covering the last few meters toward his open door. As she neared, she looked towards Ryan and instantly swung her weapon in his direction.
I'm going to die, Ryan realised. Here and now.
The bang was deafening.                                                                                                                               Ryan recoiled, certain he had been shot, but the noise had not been the attacker's gun. Instead, the bang had been the slam of the room's heavy metal door as Dr. Cooper threw herself against it and turned the lock.
Outside, a barrage of bullets exploded against the metal of the door. Shouts of alarm filled the hall.
Somehow, Ryan's body was in motion, panic now overruling the drugs. As he fell out of bed, a hot pain tore into his arm. He thought a bullet had passed through the door and hit him, but he realized his IV had snapped off in his arm. The plastic poked out of a hole in his arm, and blood was already flowing out of the tube.
"Follow me." Dr. Cooper ordered.
Dr. Cooper grabbed Ryan's arm and pulled him across the room. The sounds of gunfire and chaos continued in the hallway as Ryan lurched forward on unstable legs. His mind felt alert but his heavily drugged body was slow to respond. The tile floor felt cold beneath his feet, and his thin hospital shirt was scarcely long enough to cover his six-foot frame.                                                                               Pushing Ryan into a bathroom, Dr. Cooper put a finger to her lips and shut the door.
The young doctor took control. She strode through the tiny bathroom to a second door, yanked it open, and led Ryan into a recovery room. Gunfire echoed behind them as Dr. Cooper stuck her head out into the hallway and pulled Ryan across the corridor into a stairwell. The sudden motion made Ryan dizzy; feeling like he could pass out at any moment.
The next twenty seconds were a blur. Descending stairs, stumbling and falling. The pounding in Ryan's head was almost unbearable but he continued.
Then the air grew cold. He was outside.

As Dr. Cooper rushed him through a dark alley away from the building, Ryan stepped on something sharp and fell, hitting the pavement. She got him back on his feet cursing at the sedatives.
As they neared the end of the alley, he stumbled again. This time she left him on the ground, running into the street and yelling into the distance. Ryan could make out the light of a taxi in front of the hospital. The car didn't move, its driver asleep. Dr. Cooper screamed and waved her arms wildly. Finally the taxi's headlights came on and it moved lazily toward them.
Behind Ryan, a door burst open, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps. He turned and saw the dark figure bounding toward him. Ryan tried to get back to his feet, but the doctor was already grabbing him, forcing him into the backseat of an idling taxi. He landed half on the seat and half on the floor as Dr. Cooper dived on top of him, slamming the door.
The sleepy driver stared at the bizarre duo that had just tumbled into his cab-a young, ponytailed woman in scrubs and a man with a bleeding arm. He clearly was about ready to tell them to get out of his car, when the side mirror exploded. The woman in black leather sprinted out of the alley, gun extended. Her pistol hissed again just as Dr. Cooper grabbed Ryan's head, pulling it down. The rear window exploded, showering them with glass.
The driver needed no further encouragement. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator, and the taxi exploded out of the car park.
Once they had rounded a corner, Dr. Cooper sat up and grabbed Ryan's bloody arm. The plastic was protruding awkwardly from a hole in his flesh. Without warning she yanked it out. Professor Hanson's world went black and he collapsed.