I'll Help You Hide From Them

Dark Night

As what's happened sinks in, I find it near impossible to get any sleep. Every time my eyelids droop, I get the horrific image of Shane's bloody grin, causing me to force myself to stay awake longer.

Couldn't they have at least let me have sleeping pills or something?

I'm just about to turn on a light so that I can read when I hear the door opening followed by footsteps treading quietly towards my bed. At first I think it's a nurse or a doctor of some kind but their shoes don't have the squeaking that crocs usually do. When they stop by my bed, I pretend to be asleep, pressing the panic button discreetly.

I use the fact that it's dark to have my eyes open to watch them. They look around to check that they aren't being watched, where I notice the guard outside my room is gone, before pulling out what looks like a needle.

They are just about to inject something into one of the clear plastic bags on the side of my bed when I punch them as hard as my body will allow me between their legs using my plastic hand to avoid hurting myself.

He instantly grabs a pillow from a nearby bed to cover my face with, trying to suffocate me. I try calling for help, keeping in mind that my voice is being muted and finding a smarter way to get the doctor's attention. I quickly pull off the BPM reader on my wrist and fake being dead.

This seems to convince my attacker as he seems to stop pinning down the pillow over my face. This helps me breathe quietly, forcing my chest and stomach to look still. The attacker removes the pillow after a while to look at my face with a torch. I manage to continue playing dead, despite how he tilts up my face to see how I look from different angles while I resort to holding my breath to stop my breath from brushing over his fingers.

He lets out a discrete but confident "Hmph" in approval before finally letting go of me and turning off the torch.

I wait for his footsteps to get dimmer before pulling out my IVs and following the man. I manage to reach into his pocket without him noticing, feeling the syringe and pulling it out. I have no idea what's going through my mind when I stab it into his neck, watching as he freezes up.

"You must've disabled the security to my room. You know exactly what this needle is and what it will do so I'd recommend that you tell me everything I wanna know." I warn.

"Isn't this illegal, Officer?" The man hisses.

"For a contract killer you're especially useless. And it's Detective to you." I taunt, restraining him when he is about to struggle and turn things around. "Now now, just do what I say and you won't meet the end you had prepared for me. Do you have your phone on you?" I ask.

"What could you possibly want with my phone?" He teases but I stop him by pressing the needle even deeper into his neck.

"I won't give you any more warnings before I start emptying this out into your bloodstream." I darkly tell him. "Now slowly pull out your phone and put your hands where I can see them. Be advised I can kill you and I'll only need to fill out a few pesky forms. This case I'm working on is making me very frustrated so I don't have much in the way of patience." I threaten.

He slowly holds his phone out to the side. I snatch the phone from him and call my Captain.

"Who is it?" Captain Laurence replies.

"Detective Woolnough, I'm calling on the phone of someone who just tried to kill me. May I request that you notify security before things get outta hand?" I calmly ask.

"They're being notified as we speak, what's the situation Woolnough? Is the attacker still alive?" Captain Beveridge asks.

"For now but I really can't tell for how long." I reply, noticing the attacker's skin starting to shine with sweat in fear.

"Got it. The officers on site should be with you shortly." Laurence replies.

"Thanks." I reply, hanging up. I glare at the man in front of me before growling "Move" as I escort him to my bedside for the officers to find him easier.

I try to hide the fact that I'm growing weaker by the second as I wait for the officers to arrive. I'm relieved when they do but they all share a look before taking the convict from me. I don't miss the sight of them looking anxiously at me as they pull out the needle and put him in cuffs.

They all think I'm losing it, hell even I think I'm losing it.

"I don't think the shooter will just send one just person to take me out." I point out, having to sit down to relax my still healing stomach muscles.

"Sorry Detective but there's not much that can be done about that tonight." One of the officers tells me as they get doctors and nurses to put back the IVs.

"I still think that I should-" I start, curiously looking at one of the nurses injecting something into one of the clear bags. Before the thought can register in my head my head hits my pillow, sending me into a deep sleep.