Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2016 22:39:14 GMT 1
Sally had played dead when the orderly had come with her dinner. It wasn't exactly difficult. When he leaned down to check on her laying face down on the floor, the orderly wasn't expecting a hand to jump onto the back of his head and slam his face into the floor. "Sorry!" she squeaked as the orderly lay there out cold. Sally grabbed her detached hand and scuttled into the hallway.
She crawled along the floor as the Mop Man blocked the view and way of the nurse at the desk who wanted to see what the commotion was. Sally crawled around the front of the desk and towards the exit. She had just made it out by the time the nurse made her way past the Mop Man. She gave him a tiny wave as she made her break for it.
Now here was the problem. She was in an obvious hospital gown and looked like an escaped patient. So now she needed to find a change of clothes. But it was late so the halls weren't nearly as well staffed as normal. She was careful to keep her head down, ducking into room after room whenever she heard security looking for her. Not that she was paying attention to the rooms she was stepping into. It was only luck that they weren't being used.
There was a difference in the last room she ducked into. For one, the light was on which was not good. For another, the stitches on her shoulder were coming undone from their age and her handless arm was starting to dangle awkwardly out of her sleeve. "Shoot, shoot, shoot," she muttered to herself, more focused on the tiny slit window on the door, watching guards scurry by.
Dr. Whale
She crawled along the floor as the Mop Man blocked the view and way of the nurse at the desk who wanted to see what the commotion was. Sally crawled around the front of the desk and towards the exit. She had just made it out by the time the nurse made her way past the Mop Man. She gave him a tiny wave as she made her break for it.
Now here was the problem. She was in an obvious hospital gown and looked like an escaped patient. So now she needed to find a change of clothes. But it was late so the halls weren't nearly as well staffed as normal. She was careful to keep her head down, ducking into room after room whenever she heard security looking for her. Not that she was paying attention to the rooms she was stepping into. It was only luck that they weren't being used.
There was a difference in the last room she ducked into. For one, the light was on which was not good. For another, the stitches on her shoulder were coming undone from their age and her handless arm was starting to dangle awkwardly out of her sleeve. "Shoot, shoot, shoot," she muttered to herself, more focused on the tiny slit window on the door, watching guards scurry by.
Dr. Whale