Escape

Chapter 15

My eyes fluttered opened, and I immediately gasped when I saw where I was. Dread filled my body as I took in the grey, lifeless walls that I knew so well.

Although, when I sat upright in the hard cushion of a bed and my eyes swept the room, I realized that this wasn't the safe house. Panicking, my eyes darted around the small square that I had never seen before. Or maybe this was a part of the safehouse that I'd hadn't seen yet?

My thoughts spindled away when the white framed door swooped open, and a lady with short, dark brown curly hair entered the room. She wore white cotton pants and a matching shirt with a pink neckline. Squinting, I read 'Abigail' on a little blue rectangle pinned to her top.

The lady's dark eyes flickered to where I laid, leaning back on my elbows. Her lips curled into a smile, "Oh, you're finally up, dear!"

I continued to stare at her, and she continued to stand in place and grin at me. Then, a few awkward moments later, her eyebrows flinched upwards, and her mouth formed an 'o' shape, like she had just remembered something.

Her long legs strode across the room towards me, and she reached down to touch my arm. I gave an uncertain glance at her delicate fingers, and I quickly saw what she was reaching for.

Small, thin tubes, about two or three, were connected to my arm. I inhaled briskly and pulled my arm away from Abigail's touch to examine it for myself. "Oh gods, what is all of this?" I let my eyes trail from the tubes, following the long, twirling vines to where they met little packages of fluids hanging from a tall silver metal thing. My eyes shot to Abigail, who looked down at me, quickly smiling when our glances caught.

She opened her mouth to reply, but the door swung open to interrupt our little conversation. A sense of relief washed over me when Will walked in, but that relief was quickly overpowered by the urge to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. Will meant Marshall, and Marshall meant safehouse.

Will's eyes settled on my own, and I could almost see the explanation forming in his mind. I looked away, towards Abigail, who looked quickly at Will, then back down at me. "Sweetie, I need to check your monitor. So you need to stay still for a couple moments while I make sure your tubes are in place. Can you do that for me?"

I hesitantly nodded. To be honest, I had no idea what she was talking about.

Abigail leaned down towards me again, and I watched as her eyes flicked from mine, to the tubes, then back to mine again. She stopped moving, and just stared into my eyes. "Why, dear..." she said, fascination lining her features, "You have such beautiful eyes! They are so interesting..."

I chuckled nervously and looked away. What had Erebos said about our eyes and how they affect other people? 'To mortals, our eyes are actually quite shocking'...

Is Abigail a mortal? If she is, then this place is definitely not the safehouse. But if that's so...then where am I?

My eyes flashed towards Will, who now sat uncomfortably in a chair across the room. He looked as though he wanted to explain something, but also seemed to be nervous about Abigail's sudden interest in my eyes.

A short, apologetic laugh bubbled from Abigail's pink lips, and I let my eyes fall on her brown ones again. "Oh my, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just...tired, is all. It's been a long day, what with all the..." she glanced at Will, who stared back at her. She shook her head slightly, like she was dismissing a thought from the air. Then her eyes met mine again, "Extend your arm for me, dear? Thank you."

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After Abigail checked my arm and punched in some things on a dull green rectangle thingy, she smiled lightly before leaving, and kindly stated that if I needed anything, all I had to do was press the little black button on the side of the bed.