Transmission -[Containment/Jake Riley]-

THREE

The sunlight filled the room through cracks in the curtains, lighting up just enough to not need the lights. I wasn't exactly awake, but I felt myself being carried. Panicking, I jumped and threw my arms up, hitting Jake in the face.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I-" I was rapidly apologising, unsure of how hard I hit him.

"Stop. It's fine, you didn't hit me that hard anyway." I looked up to his face, noticing the grin plastered upon it. "You should've woken me up instead of sleeping on the cupboard." He said, almost sternly.

"It was quite comfortable anyway. And you looked like you were really enjoying what ever dream you having!" I assured with a cheeky grin on my face. He opened his mouth in an attempt for a comeback, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Jake was the one to answer the door. I stood behind him, wondering who wanted us. A doctor stood before us with a grave look on his face. "Dr Cannerts. What can we do for you?" Jake acknowledged the doctor, I figured he'd talked to him before.

"Actually, I'm here to tell you that you two are allowed to leave the hospital. As of now, and besides me, you are the only healthy people here. So I suggest you do leave, for the sake of your lives. Also, I must warn you to remain 4-6 feet apart." I was ecstatic that I get to leave, but then I remembered what Dr Cannerts said about being the only healthy people. "And Jake, I have a list of drugs that I need you to collect from a nearby warehouse, if it's no trouble?" I could tell Jake didn't want to, but then again, he had to.

"Yeah. Sure. Where's the warehouse?"

"I'll give you a map with the list. Meet me at my office in 5?" Dr Cannerts replied, indicating tat this warehouse was going to be a bit hard to get to. Jake nodded, then turned his attention back to me. I began wondering how I would get back to my apartment, as my car was left at the bar. Luckily, I lived inside the cordon.

"Do you have a place to stay?" I realised that Jake was asking me, not noticing as I was lost in deep thought. "Lyla?"

"Huh? Yeah, I my apartment is inside the cordon. But I don't have a way of getting there..." I trailed off, remembering how far the walk would be and how dangerous it is outside.

"I'll drop you off. Get your stuff together." I obeyed Jake and gathered my things. I didn't have much as I was at work before I got here.

Jake's car was surprisingly tidy, puts the state of my car to shame. Then again, maybe they have to the keep the cop cars tidy. Jake waited until I closed the door of my apartment before he left. He had given me his number in case anything went wrong. I took one look at my bed before diving into it, taking in the sweet smell of whatever perfume I wore on Day One. Before I knew it, my eyes were shut. I hadn't realised how tired I was truly.

I had awoken to the sound of loud banging. I knew there was a baseball bat in the closet, but I didn't have enough time to get it. At least 4 people stormed my apartment. I felt a hard whack across my face, knowing that someone had hit me.

"I told you I would be back!" One of the intruders yelled in my face. I have no idea what he's talking. Then it clicks. I landed him in jail after he stole something from me. I hadn't realised he got out. I tried to scream out for help, but I was repeatedly winded by kicks to my body. There was noting I could besides think about how my life would most likely end on my floor. I received a number of blows to my head before I passed out, unable to bear the excruciating pain that took over.

I though it was at least 6 hours before I woke up, painfully reaching for my phone that was in my bag. 11 missed calls from Jake. I looked at the times of the calls and realised that I've been out for more than 10 hours. The time read 4:30pm. I haven't contacted anyone for more than 24 hours. By anyone, I mean Jake. Attempting to get up, I hear more footsteps coming up the stairs. My door was still open.

"Please. What do you want from me?" I called out, pleading with whoever was coming up the stairs. As a figure entered the doorway, I could see who it was.

"Lyla? What happened?" Jake rushed over to pick me up, placing me on the bed. "Who did this to you Lyla?" He demanded answers, but his tone was sympathetic. I conjured up the courage to tell him while he cleaned the blood of my face with a damp cloth. I was about to mention the rule of 4-6 feet, but it didn't seem to matter in the heat of the moment.

"A man I got arrested a while back. I didn't realise he was out." I answered, tears rolling down my face. I winced at the apparent bruising all over my body. I tried to stand up but almost immediately fell over. I practically landed on Jake. Either that or he caught me.

"Hey. you're not well. Just relax for a bit." He assured me that I was ok. Not seeing the extent of my bruise. Even I didn't know how bad they were. "I'm going to carry you out to the car. Ok? We're going somewhere safe." He picked me up as I wrapped my arms around his neck and rest my head on his chest, feeling safer than ever, despite what had happened during the day.

"Where are we going, Jake?"

"Somewhere safe. Just rest."