Chapter 115 Help me escape or else... I'll kill you
115\. Help me escape or else... I'll kill you
In the hospital,
Maria Nixon tiptoed inside a dark room and shut the door as softly as possible to avoid attracting attention. She turned around to see metal shelves lined across the wall. They were laden with medical clothing like surgical uniforms, gowns, masks and other stuff.
She hurried behind a mountain of carton boxes and kneeled below. Her body hurt from laying in bed for a long time. As she rolled her wrists for flexible motion, she heard the door unlock.
Her breaths hitched. She let her head sink and held her breaths. She knew it would be useless to even think about running away because this hospital was one of the Alpha's possessions and half the staff was from his race. But the other half were humans thus she took a chance and lowered into a snail, trying her luck.
Relief washed over her bent frame as the sound of door slamming shut hit her ears. She let the breath she had been holding and straightened to a normal posture.
"Oh, It was a human. But I won't be spared if they catch me. I need to do something and get out of here now." She told herself and looked back at the door while remorse engulfed her.
She spent a fortnight faking to be mentally shocked. That day when Damien took her to the forest she hit her head on a rock and passed out. But when she undid the curtains of her eyes, she found herself in a hospital bed with a nurse by her side, facing her back.
She was a human and failed to register when Maria gained her senses. And with her back still showing to her, she had said, "Poor thing suffered concussion. May Jesus recover her soon. What a pretty face."
The nurse spun around and stared at her face but Maria was quick enough to close her eyes and pretend to be dead to the world.
When the angel of mercy wheeled out of her ward, she opened her eyes and grasped the whole scenario. And then a plan was ready within no time. A plan to escape this hell of a hospital before the alpha arrived himself and dragged her into real hell under the concrete ground of Manhattan— the dungeons.
In the store room, Maria peered at the closed door with a throbbing gaze. Every fragment of her body burst with cold sweat as she sucked every breath carefully with a lingering threat cocooning her. Even her own existence felt threatening, as if there was someone else beside her when actually there was no one.
She sat back behind the cartons and hugged her knees. The tears that formed like a fog of cluelessness and helplessness weighed her down. Controlling them, she practiced deep respiration to compose her emotions.
A man with disturbed, anxious mind was prone to getting caught despite his clever moves. Such men were counted amongst the fools. She was not a fool. Thus she took her time to accept her reality.
By disappearing under the nose of the security outside her ward (while they changed shifts) she'd already carved a hole to hell for herself. The alpha must have been informed. On his command extra force must have left the headquarters to hunt her down. The orders of 'kill on sight' must have been circulated among the soldiers.
"I must get out of this building and go far and far away from here." She told herself with a small sob.
She may have been foolish to think Damien was easy to woo after marriage. But dying in his hands after life rendered her second chance was not her deal. Maria only had one vision dancing across her gaze— save her life and go away to a place where no one would be able to find her.
She looked downward as she undid her fist. There was a surgical blade. A sharp one that doctors use to make a slit during operations. She stole it before she snuck out of her chamber. This could be a key supporting her escape. Just one long deep slit and she would be transported to a world where the holy spirits won't be able to find her. Let alone Damien.
Thus, drawing it near her white milky wrist, she feasted on deep gulps of oxygen and hovered the blade on her skin.
"I wouldn't have survived two weeks as a patient if death was going to be my last choice." She withdrew it and hid it under her gown in a pocket where she's kept it all this while.
"Dying is not my rescue. Getting out of here is." She hastily cleared her cheekbones and flexed her strained muscles.
Getting out of here may be deathly strenuous. But if she did get out, she would kiss a life full of happiness. Any which ways, she's taken a step towards her rescue and some more was all that it required.
"I need to find someone employed in the staff. They can help me get away unharmed through escape or the emergency passage." She was talking to herself just then the door of the storeroom was unlocked again, and there entered an old woman.
Maria was cognizant of her. She was a cleaner and a human. She had visited her ward many times to change her sheets.
'That is Mrs. Kieths. I've heard her talk about being the oldest employee here. Oh god, I can't thank you enough. You've sent the right person at the right time.'
Maria though thanked the lord, she jumped out and caught Mrs. Keiths by surprise. The old lady was looking for some new gowns for patients when Maria clipped her fingers around the collars of her uniform and shoved her in the shelves.
"Don't you dare scream!" It was a threat tearing through her clenched jaw.
The old lady was a trembling mess. And when Maria plucked out the surgical blade, she forgot how to breathe and stared at the sharp side of the instrument going under her chin.
She stood tight, her hands freezing by her side. She saw her death dancing before her eyes. Then they lingered upon Maria's quivering wrist as she pressed the sharp end to her throat.
"I don't mean any harm to you but if you scream... I swear this blade will go slicing through your windpipe and hit the shelf behind as your head falls at my feet." Maria's tone was dreadfully weak and it shook with each syllable.
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