Little White Lies

Ch.5

The idea of sneaking around seemed a lot better in her head. She doesn't know how much time she has left until they discover that she's not in her room.

She heard voices coming down a hallway moving quickly she takes cover behind a wall she cursed herself for not coming up with an actual plan. She pressed her back against the wall holding her breath as they walked past her not noticing her. She tip toed moving from wall to wall.

Think Blanca.

Drumming her fingers against the wall. She scanned where she was, not to far away was an large laundry basket. She smirks, making sure the coast was clear she jogs over to the basket. Digging around her fingers brush against something rough and big. Pulling put the bright yellow coat, it basically swallowed Blanca once she put it on. While she was down there she found some long blue gloves and an mask the coat pocket.

Once dressed she continues the way the alien ran. Moments later as she looked around she could hear someone yelling. Blanca kept her head down pretending to be interested in an file. 

"You screwed up for the last time Mazorn! I'll have you fired for this!"

"No no no," Blanca snapped to attention it was the alien from before. "Please sire it was only a mistake I'm really sorry please don't report me!" She watched the purple alien with gills on its neck and a long head tail gripped the mop on his hand tightly, from the corner of her eye she could see that he was shaking. Mazoron tried to walk after the angry doctor but eventually giving and waking back to the room with his mop in hand.

Making her way to the room liquid had spilled all over the floor mixing with broken glass. Mazoron sat on his knees in front of the mess with his head in his hands crying softly.

"Excuse me," Blanca says uncomfortably.

Mazoron jumps to his feet holding his mop in front of him. "Oh it's just you...I'll get out of your way so you can clean my mess up again." He says beginning to walk away.

"Wait," she calls out. "I'm gonna need some help. You mop and I'll pick up the glass." She offered.

He smiled gratefully and started mopping. While she picked up the glass she asked, "so what happened?"

"I don't know honestly I've just been on edge since I saw the Ghost Streak in flesh and blood.," propping his palms on the top of the mop while resting his chin on his hands he sighed heavily, "you know  
busy kept from wall to be honest with you Deckard seeing her laying there defenseless, I wanted to kill her for everything she's done."

Blanca body broke out in an cold sweat, what? What has she done for him want to kill her? There's no way she's a killer, there just isn't.

"She's killed hundreds of our people during this war and I could've ended it all, with one quick pull of an plug, I, Mazoron, could've killed our greatest enemy."

Blanca gulps. What if she really was a killer? I mean she doesn't remember a thing, the only memory she has is of her wife screaming out her name in bloody murder.

Wincing in pain Blanca had cut her hand. A thin slice in the middle of her hand. She cupped her opposite hand around the other applying pressure.

Noticing what just happened, "Deckard are you alright?" Mazoron quickly kneels down.

Blanca jumps up, "y-yeah it's just a small cut nothing to worry about." She chuckles she could feel her hands dampen.

"But your hand..." he trials off looking at her hands starting to drip blood. "Deckard...your blood..."

Quickly putting her hands behind her back she steps back. At the same time the pair look the blood on the ground. "Our blood isn't blue."

Just then an announcement could be heard all throughout the hospital.