Everything in my body wanted to sleep. I was numb and lethargic and vaguely dizzy. But there was no way I was going to let my secret of killing Freddie get others killed. As soon as the nurses left and the door clicked closed, my eyes flew open. 

 Gotta get up, I tell my body, lifting myself with weak arms and a damaged core. Go to the bathroom, Reyna. Once I sit up, I have to physically lift my legs up and fling them off the edge of the bed. If I can't even move my legs, how am I supposed to make it to the bathroom? Crawl. Fall off the bed and crawl. 

 I yank out unnecessary IV's and heart monitor wires. Here goes nothing besides my low health. I vault myself off the side, knees bruised from the church taking the fall. I'm pretty sure that would've hurt if I could totally feel my legs, but this is the one perk of being"sedated."

You'd think that a hospital floor would be clean. Using my arms, I stretch across the tiled, utterly dirty floor, and bring the rest of my body forward. I reach again, and as I do so, something along my stomach feels as if it rips. I hiss in pain as fire drags itself across my belly where I have stitches. It's had stitches, now, I guess. I look down at my gown, which is stained with blood. Almost there, Rey. Go! I bring myself across the floor in another stretch and into the bathroom in front of the toilet. Okay, this is the nasty part...Trembling, I stick my fingers into my mouth and gag myself until I feel the onsets of vomiting. 

 Bracing myself against the toilet rim, I throw up the potato salad that I tried so hard to finish, along with some of the sedatives.

Okay, change your clothes. There's extra on the nightstand. I drag myself back across the floor, feeling regaining throughout my body and the desire to sleep lessening. I slip off the gown and put on a loose shirt and jean shorts. My hands claw at the bed and my arms lift me up. Now, my legs are up to supporting my body. Though they feel like Jell-O, my legs take wobbly steps towards the door. Peeking through the window, I check to make sure no one is out. The hall is vacant. 

Opening the door, I look both ways before stepping out. I try to shove the picture of dark halls and floodlights out of my mind. This isn't an SH lockdown. It's an SH escape. 

 I make it to the elevator and press the down arrow. Now, I can stand completely normally and walk with ease, but my mind is still pretty foggy. With a ding, the door swiftly open. Unfortunately, there's someone inside. 

 The nurse who tried to hold me down. 

 We lock eyes, and the expression on her face is savoury. She's utterly shocked with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Once she snaps out of her state of surprise, her hand goes for a mobile hospital phone – probably to call for backup. Who can blame her? I was sedated and now I'm perfectly fine. It would scare me, too. 

Still looking at me, the woman hesitates when her fingertips touch the cell. Biting her lip with uncertainty, her hand goes to a pocket instead. 

 Another sedative? the functioning part of my brain questions.

A mini statue covered in pink molasses? the drugged up part hopes for.

Why would I even want that?

Instead, the woman pulls out neither of the objects. Slowly, she reveals scissors and

pulls me inside the elevator.

Is she an accomplice sent to finish the job and stab me?

Is there a flash mob coming up in here?

She hits the lobby button, which lights up at her touch. Warily, she grabs the wrist which has my hospital bracelet on and snips it off, shoving the band in her pocket. 

 "Thanks," I say, speech slightly slurred. 

 "We'll get you water to dilute the remaining sedative you must've vomited. Then I'll drive you to the school," she assures. "It's better to lose a job than to make kids lose their lives."

 "You don't wanna be the reason someone dies," I state the obvious. "It'll come back to bite you in the ass."