Outlast Whistleblower Fanfic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3:Sweet Escape

There, the last leather strap snaps back. I attempt standing up but almost immediately fall back in my wheelchair out of sheer pain. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to think. They flicker open seconds later. My hands get a grasp on the wheelchair and start wheeling it forward. I slam into a wall. 'Owe.' I feel around for a door. My hands strife along the wall, rolling back with the wheelchair. I firmly grasp a doorknob and swing it open. Light floods into the room and I turn away like a rogue animal, the sterile white light burning my eyes. I slowly look back at the light and blink to adjust to it. Then I look down at my foot. I almost threw up it. A lot of my toes were missing, leaving two toes left. They where slowly leaking blood. I glance around. 'Hospital beds again,' I roll forward with my wheelchair, over to a hospital bed with sheets. On the sheets was a corpse. 'Sorry sir I'll have to use you're sheets,' I think and tear the sheet, long enough so I can make it into a band-aid. I bend down and wrap it around my foot, carefully not to hurt it in the process. The cool sheets felt like a blessing, its dying white color immediately ruined by the dark red seeping blood. Now that I was in the light I noticed how torn up my clothes. 'Shit, I look like I'm one of the lunatics that's been chasing me,' I notice. I yank at my shirt as if that would fix the missing tears that ripped through it.

 Now comes the next problem. Was I really gonna stay in this wheelchair? I doubt I'll be able to wheel myself around. So I grasp the hospital bed and pull myself up. There, across the room. Crutches. I give a little victory smile and while grasping onto the bed I start jumping with one foot toward the crutches. With a little stumble I crash into them. Before falling to the ground I grip the crutches and pull myself up on them. 'Awesome, their exactly my size,' I try them out and stick one stick out in front of me, examining the rusted old metal. 'Could I ask for anything more perfect right now?' I think and go to the closest door. I wasn't going to stop looking for that person. I needed to know, I just did. Just as I hobbled out the door another door opened. By the footsteps I could tell it was the doctor, since they were light and hesitant. 

Then there was a frustrated scream. I lost balance and the ground was suddenly much closer. I landed on the ground with a crash. Within a seconds the doctor was above me. He picked me up like I was a feather. The doctor scowled at me.

"You're smarter than the others" he mumbled. "Except the one 20 years ago. He might me smarter," he said, probably more to himself. I heard another crash from the door. The doctor dropped me and looked at the door. He'd found me.