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unit are safe.  Including that one.”  She thrusts a finger in the air towards me. 
     
    The doctor stops and turns around.  “I take full responsibility for this patient, Molly.  I’ll make sure she’s safe.”
     
    “But…” the nurse sputters. 
     
    She’s about to argue more when the receptionist from the desk rushes over to her.  “Mr. Oden in room two is crashing.  Can I call a code blue while we’re in lock down?”  It only takes Molly half a second to decide that me being carried away by the doctor isn’t her top priority right now.  With a last withering glare in our direction, she takes off down the hall; presumably to wherever Mr. Oden is.
     
    “This way,” Brielle says, leading us towards the stairwell. 
     
    The doctor looks at her as if she’s an idiot.  Which she very well may be.  “You do realize the elevators have been shut down, right?  I’m sure that whoever it is we’re running from will also be using the stairs to get up here.”
     
    “Who said anything about the stairs?” Brielle asks, stopping just short of the stairwell door.  Instead of opening that one, she opens the door next to it and leads us into a linen room.  Moving towards the back, she moves bins and carts of clean linens here and there causing all kinds of things to fall to the floor.  Is she hoping to hide us in the piles?  When the lockdown is over, someone is going to be wishing her a slow, painful death for making such a huge mess.
     
    “You propose we hide in a linen closet?  What are you going to do, hide us under some sheets and tell us to be quiet?” I ask her.  She doesn’t even have the decency to look back at me.
     
    Instead, she comes to a heavy, covered cart on the far wall and stops.  She tries pushing it, but it’s too heavy for her.  After a few more tries, she gives up.  “Alright Dr. Muscles, I need you to put her down and help me move this.”
     
    “What’s behind it?” he asks, still holding me firmly in his arms.  I’m kind of hoping he does put me down.  I’m having that sensation again where I want to be anywhere except in his arms.  A hot, muscled doctor is holding me tightly against him and I want to get away from him.  When this is over, I seriously need my head checked again.
     
    Brielle rolls her eyes.  “Look, you can either trust me or don’t.  If you don’t, help me move this f-ing thing and then go on your way.  If you do, then quit asking me to explain everything in detail while I’m trying to save all of our asses.”
     
    I’m confused.  “I thought it was just me they’re after.”
     
    With another eye roll and a ‘my god you’re annoying’ look as well, she takes a deep breath and says, “That was true five minutes ago.  But now you have our scent on you.  If they catch you, they’ll know we tried to help you and then our asses are toast too.”
     
    “I have your scent on me now?  Are we running from blood hounds?”
     
    While I’m talking, the doctor sets me gently on the floor, propping me up against the wall. I guess he’s decided to help her move the cart.  When he turns around, I begin falling to the side and am barely able to hold myself up with my left arm.  I’ve become a living rag doll. 
     
    Regardless of the fact that I’m going to end up doing a face plant on the dirty hospital linoleum any second now, he steps away from me and helps Brielle push the cart.  When it’s far enough for her liking, she pulls out a dagger like thing from her backpack and feels along the wall checking the wallpaper for something.  God knows what.  When she’s found whatever she’s looking for, she jabs her knife into the wall.  Is she going to dig through the wall with a dagger?  She should have brought a sledgehammer if that’s the case.  It would have been a lot faster.  But it seems there’s a point to her madness.  She cuts a door into the wallpaper and peels it back.  Behind it is a real door.  “Where