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be the work of a hallucinating paranoid schizophrenic with ugly red hair, I’m going to kill Brielle with my own bare hands.
     
    At the bottom of the stairs, Brielle gets her little dagger out again and pushes it between the door and the frame and slides it along the door in a straight line.  I can hear the wallpaper on the other side of the door rip easily.  That must be one sharp knife she has.
     
    “What’s on the other side?” Dr. Palis asks.
     
    Brielle finishes picking the lock on the door before answering.  When she has it unlocked, she stands up and says, “It leads to an area of the hospital that’s used primarily for storage of old, outdated equipment.  It’s where old machinery goes to die.  There’s some old ass shit in there.”
     
    “How do you know all this?” I ask.  It seems that she’s spent a lot of time studying this hospital.  It brings me back to the whole hallucinating paranoid schizophrenic theory.  “Have you been planning this in your head for a while?  Do you hear voices when you’re alone?”
     
    She glowers at me.  “You’re an ungrateful bitch. Did you know that?”
     
    “So far all you’ve done is take me out of my hospital room on the theory that ‘there are people after me.’  I haven’t seen any actual proof yet.”
     
    “You want proof?  Fine.”  Brielle puts her backpack on the floor and takes out a laptop.  Cuing it up to something, she turns it around so the doctor and I can see it.  “Is this proof enough?”
     
    “Did you hack into the hospital security cameras?” the doctor asks her.
     
    She shrugs.  “Another hobby of mine.”  She has a lot of weird hobbies.
     
    My face goes pale when I look at the screen.  I see two large men walking down one of the hallways in the hospital.  These guys are huge.  Massive.  I think they’re almost as wide as they are tall.  It looks like they were born in a gym and suckled on steroids.  One has greasy brown hair and his lips are so thin he looks like a muppet.  But even on this hazy security footage, his blue eyes are dark and vibrant.  If they could be plucked out of his head and put in someone else’s they would be beautiful.  The other I can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman.  Not like it matters.  I think either one of them would be successful at killing me regardless of gender.
     
    They are stopping and opening every door and peeking in every room, looking for someone.  Me.  Though they don’t have them in their hands, their guns are clearly visible in holsters on their sides, so no one is giving them a hard time about it. 
     
    Brielle crosses her arms over her chest.  “Are you convinced now or should we sit here and go over more physical proof until they find us in this dingy stairwell and use our limbs to wipe their asses with?”
     
    “That was graphic, thank you,” the doctor says drily. 
     
    “Talking about limbs, I think I am able to support myself now.  You can probably put me down,” I say to the doctor. 
     
    “But you’re probably not stable enough to walk out of here on your own.”
     
    “Someone’s got a crush,” Brielle mumbles as she packs her laptop away again. 
     
    “I am simply concerned that we will not make good time if she walks on her own.”
     
    “Make good time?  You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?” I tease him.  Flirt with him I should say.  I am so back and forth with my feelings towards this guy.  Head injury.  I’m blaming it all on the head injury.
     
    The doctor looks mildly uncomfortable and he ignores my comment.  “Where to?” he asks Brielle.
     
    “On the other side of this room, another door leads to a narrow tunnel that goes under the hospital and over to the next building.  Again, not on the hospital blueprints.  Way back in the day, it was used as a bomb shelter and then a passageway to the morgue.  When they put up the newer part of the hospital they didn’t need it anymore and it