Asylum | E.D

46

"How bad is it?"

Jaylee

We run down the hall, I struggle with the pain however I keep going. We don't have time. We step over a few bodies, hurrying to the staircase. Grayson locates the stairs, dragging us along. Ethan tries to open the doors, but their locked. Of course. I toss him my badge to scan. He scans it over the sensors and they open, thank god. He swings it open, holding it for Grayson and I.

We reluctantly bolt for the stairs. The pain in my leg is getting stronger.
I start to hear footsteps above us, coming in our direction. Ethan grips his gun tightly in his hand. The sirens come back on, I mentally curse. We begin sprinting down the stairs, knowing we're being chased.

The pain in my leg becomes almost unbearable. The pain causes my leg to give out, as I collapse. Before my body could hit the stairs, Ethan grabs hold of me and pulls me up. His eyes fall to my blood stained clothes as he looks back up at me. "I'm fine." I tell him.

I'm out of breath, there's sweat running down my face, I have a pounding headache due to the sirens, my heart is practically beating out of my chest and to top it all off, my leg feels like it's about to come off.

A rush of relief takes over my body once we get to the first floor. All we need to go is get out the back door and get inside the car. Sounds easy. Grayson runs out the door and holds it open for Ethan and I. Ethan helps me get out the door, where down to our final hallway.

"How bad is it?" Ethan asks me.

"Ethan, worry about it when we get out of this place." I look over at him.

He nods, biting his lip. In one swift motion, he picks me up off the ground and carries me brutal style. "Ethan, this is going to slow us down!" I tell him.

Ignoring me, he hurries down the hallway, following Grayson who has no idea what's going on. Grayson somehow manages to break the back door open, allowing us to get outside.
Grayson, Ethan and I, being carried by Ethan, sprint out on the grass field. The pain in my leg is beginning to become unbearable and I squeeze my eyes shut, "Ethan, it hurts, it hurts so much."

"We're almost at the car Jay, we'll be there soon." He reassures me. Soon enough, Grayson's car comes into view. I've never been happier to see that piece of shit.

"They're catching up!" I announce, once I hear the gunshots and screaming getting closer and closer. We're only a few meters from the car when a bullet just misses Grayson's head and flies into the window.

His eyes widen as he looks back at us. We scurry towards Grayson's car and without hesitation he swings the driver seat door open. He gets inside and Ethan places me in the backseat and sits down next to me, making sure to keep my leg up.

Ethan

"Her leg is bleeding a lot Ethan." Grayson says, glancing back at me through the rear view mirror. Shit. I look down at her leg, seeing that apart of her pants had deteriorated. I then look down at her, it's almost like she's unconscious.

I move a little, hoping to get her to sit up but she only groans. She rests her head on my lap, while attempting to lift her leg on the seat, instead she winces. "Did she get shot?" He asks,

"She probably scraped her leg. She's not bleeding enough." I say, studying the red mark on her leg. "It's just a cut. Deep one though."

Grayson keeps looking through the rear-view mirror—searching for Lewis and Dr Johnson. They are persistent. This place is no fucking joke. If they actually catch up to us, this whole plan is going to turn ugly. 

I tear her pants some more, revealing a medium size mark upon her leg. It isn't bleeding profusely, however it needs to be treated so it doesn't get infected. I start to feel highly paranoid. I run my fingers through my hair, taking a deep breath. 

"Do you have a first-aid kit?" I ask, my breath is shaky, I feel my temper emerging right about now.

"I think so." Grayson reaches in a compartment in the front of the car, rummaging through it. Eventually, he finds it and hands it to me. I open the kit, grabbing a cloth, an antibacterial wipe, and a small bottle of alcohol. 

"Is she okay?" He asks again from the driver's seat, sounding a little too comfortable. Why wouldn't she not be ok? I can take care of her. If something is wrong with her, I'd be the first one to know. She is laying on me. I shake my jealous thoughts from my head, I'm simply overthinking shit. I block out the thought that occurred in my head moments ago. The idea isn't even imaginably feasible. 

"She's fine." 

"Why isn't she moving?" I look up at him, feeling a certain kind of way. The tension is thick, our eyes glaring at one another's for a couple moments—well at least until I regain my composure.  

"I don't know, maybe because she ran down twenty flights of stairs about ten minutes ago." I say, trying not to sound sarcastic. Although I'm both sarcastic and vexed right now. 

"Just check her pulse just to make sure." He says, attempting to change the potential subject that was about to take over the silence. I sigh, placing my two fingers on her wrist. I move around, searching for the signal of a heart beat.

My heart, on the other hand, is beating rapidly. Apart of me knows that she's conscious, while the other part of me feels doubtful. My fingers land on the exact spot, indicating that her heart is beating. What if she's just sleeping? I'm exhausted too.

"She's conscious." I announce. My eyes study her as I carefully attempts to pour water on her cut. I pour a couple of drops on her leg, studying her reaction. She slowly lifts up her head from my lap, wincing again.

"Why, Ethan?" She asks, resting her head back on my lap. She rubs her eyes, placing her fingers on the bridge of her nose. Same.

"Do you want it to get infected?" I ask.

"No." 

"Then I have to do this." I say, pouring more of the cool water on to her burn. She grabs a hold of my hand, squeezing tightly. "Let me know when the pain eases." I say, studying the intensity of the pain through her facial expression.

I continuously pours the liquid on to her burn, waiting for her to say when. Eventually I grab the cloth that's underneath her leg, which is damp from the cool water. I place it on her bruise, which applies cool compresses.

"Where are we going?" She asks.

"I have no idea."