Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

The Funny Farm Part Five

"Yeah, they were standing in front of the meal room. Cameron had some difficulty getting Nash to follow his guidance so he was waiting it out." Bob answers. "Maybe he got him to move."

"Well I just checked Nash's room, they're not there." Nila says and I'm scared now because if she reports us missing they'll search the entire building including this cart and Nash will be shipped off to some shitty group home where he'll waste away from neglect

He deserves more, I want to give him more.

"Did you try Cameron's assigned room? It's closer than Nash's, maybe he managed to get him there." Bob suggests and I anxiously wait for her reply.

"Oh yeah, of course. That's where they are then. Sorry to hold you up, I know the cart has to be ready for pick up or they charge more." Nila says.

"Nah, you're fine. I had a few extra minutes anyway." Bob replies, I'm sure he likes Nila, she's pretty. But no one compared to Nash, not even close.

"Thanks again," she said and I guess she walks away to the ward because the cart starts moving again.

Freedom is close. So close I can taste it.

I will have escaped the inescapable asylum known as Friends hospital and I'm also bringing someone with me.

I imagine how our first night in my condo will be like.

I'm anxious for the hours to pass until I can hold my love in my arms in my very comfortable bed.

I can feel that the cart is being pushed up the ramp into the truck. The clanging of them shutting the truck door makes me certain and soon enough the truck roars to life.

My heart beats as fast as it ever has as it starts moving and after 5 minutes of driving I finally celebrate because we are officially out of the asylum. Nash has stayed quiet which is amazing, this is a completely new setting for him. I was worried that it might trigger him but it didn't.

Maybe my words got through to him somehow.

I wait 30 minutes before I move the sheets and poke my head out. There's enough space for me to have my head out at least until the truck stops. I move some sheets to reveal Nash's blank face.

"We made it, baby." I tell him softly with a smile on my face. "We fucking did it and you stayed quiet the whole time. Just a little more and we'll be safe in my condo and you can do whatever you want."

My heart flutters because he's looking right at me, he remains silent and I reach forward to stroke his cheek tenderly.

"You've been so good, baby. I'm proud of you," I tell him encouragingly and I hope that somehow he can understand me.

The truck stops and I quickly cover us back up in case they open the cart.

I can hear the then opening the truck door and soon thereafter the cart begins to move.

We're so close.

Nash remains quiet and this is going exactly as I had hoped.

The cart stops and I wait for what I believe is 45 minutes before I poke my head out again and tentatively open the cart door.