Two weeks had passed and my torn body had finally healed enough for me to go home. I looked around the room for a second and spotted some clothes laying across the foot of my bed and some shoes in the chair next to me.
"Shelia must have brought these." I thought.
I got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed to tie up my shoes. I remembered what Shelia said about calling her when I was ready, so I buzzed for the nurse.
"Yes Dr. Robertson?" He asked smiling.
"That was quick." I thought to myself suspiciously.
I finished tying my shoes and looked at him.
"May I use the phone? I...need to call someone."
The nurse gave me a very puzzled look.
"I need someone to come get me." I said getting a little annoyed.
He turned around to look at the door, then back at me.
"There is someone already downstairs to pick you up sir."
A shot of fear ran down my spine.
"Who? I hadn't called anyone."
The nurse backed towards the door like he was trying to barricade me in.
"Sir, there is someone already downstairs for you."
I slowly slid off the side of the bed and stumbled towards the door.
"Sir please sit down until they arrive."
I shook my head.
"Who the fuck is out there?"
"There's no need for the language sir." He reassured me in a calm voice.
I was getting angry now.
"What the fuck do you mean? You're holding me hostage!"
The nurse looked terrified, obviously because of the situation not because of me.
"Please sir. If I let you go they might..."
His voice was softer now.
I looked him in his eyes.
"You have to move out of my way. You cannot let them have me."
I could tell he was struggling with what to do. I knew he didn't want them to get me.
"Please...what's your name?"
He sighed heavily.
"James." He said biting his bottom lip.
"Please James. I'm in a lot of trouble. Humankind is in a lot of trouble. I'm the only one that can save us."
The nurse reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
"It's the note that woman in your room gave you when you first came in here. It's a number."
I was getting ready to question him but he could read the expression on my face.
"They told me to take it from you. They were watching you two the whole time."
"Okay. Thank you. Now please move." I said stuffing the piece of paper into my jeans pocket.
He began to move away from the door, but then quickly snapped back into place.
"Wait. What do I tell them?"
I thought for a second.
"Just uh...tell them I uh...hit you."
He looked puzzled again. That's when I punched him in the nose, making him fall hard to the ground.
"Are you okay?" I said stepping over him carefully, "I'm sorry."
He gave me a nod and a quick thumbs up and held his face.
I looked down at him for a second then stepped out into the crowded, noisy hallway.
"Okay...okay...okay Lance, how do we get outta this one?" I thought to myself.
Suddenly, three men appeared around the corner in black suits.
"Dr. Robertson, we just want to talk to you that's all!" One of the men called.
I looked around for a way out and spotted the sign for the elevator at the other end of the hall.
"Is that all?" I asked, walking slowly towards them, keeping my peripheral on the elevator sign, "You just wanna talk?"
They started walking towards me.
"NO! No! Stay where you are. I'll come to you."
I didn't want them to block my escape.
They held up their hands and backed further away from the hall with the elevator.
I inched closer and closer to the hallway, talking every so often to them to keep them from catching on to my plan.
"So you guys just wanna talk huh?" I said, standing right under the elevator sign.
"Yes Dr. Robertson. Please."
I muscled up all my strength and prepared myself to run.
"Well a friend of mine told me NOT to talk to you!" And I took off running down the hall.
"DAMN! GET HIM!" I heard one of them yell.
Through my breathing, I could hear their perfectly polished leather shoes clicking against the hard floors.
"Move!" I shouted to nurses and doctors that were littered across the hallway.
I was running so hard I was beginning to feel pain again.
"Oh GOD! Oh GOD!" I chanted, nearly out of breath and in serious pain.
"Where the fuck is this eleva..."
Then like a gift from the angels, I turned the corner and there it was...wide open just for me.
"Please please please!" I said aloud running even harder.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" I yelled pushing myself, "I can make it! I can make it!"
The doors had begun to close, but I was almost there, and they weren't far behind me.
"Dr. Robertson STOP!"
I chuckled in my head. Like I was going to stop cause they said so. I wasn't stopping for anyone.
The doors were wide enough for me to slip right through without making them reopen. Thank GOD I was NEVER muscular!
I breathed a sign of relief as I pushed the button for the lobby level and waited. Suddenly the doors opened, and I peeked out to see if I could see any black suits walking around. It was all clear, but I knew it wouldn't be for long.
"I need a phone." I said looking around at all of the people standing in the lobby.
"Cell phone." I said, spotting a lady chatting away on a pink, glittery phone.
"STOP!" I heard someone yell in the distance.
"Shit!" I screamed and bolted towards the lady with the phone.
"Can I borrow this?" I said, snatching the phone from her.
"HEY! YOU JERK! GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!"
"This is an emergency. She'll call you back." I said to the person on the other end and hung up the phone.
"I'm so not acting like myself." I thought, running out of the double doors of the hospital into the street.
"THERE HE IS!" I heard someone else scream.
I looked down the street and noticed a row of black unmarked SUVs lined up next to the curb.
"They brought their entire office with them." I thought, looking around for somewhere to run, "I've got to get out of here."
Then paralyzing pain shot through my body making me jump. I looked down and noticed that both my wrists were bleeding. I had broken the stitches. I knew then that I had to call Shelia so she could come and get me.
As I kept walking I turned around to see if anyone was following me. Although I could still see the row of black SUVs I didn't see the black suits. I knew they hadn't given up, hell they were probably putting a trace on me now.
"Stop freaking yourself out Lance." I scolded myself, pulling the glittery, pink cell phone out of my pocket.
"Now where's that number?"
The number was deep in my pocket and with my wrists bleeding, going in my pocket was very painful.
I slowly dialed the number and listened to it ring.
"Hello?" Someone said on the other end, "Who is this?"
I paused for a second. Her voice was so beautiful.
"Hey Shelia, it's me, Lance." I whispered.
"Lance?" She said surprised, "Where are you calling from, I thought you were going to call from the hosp..."
Although I loved hearing her voice I didn't have time for a casual conversation.
"Shelia, they are after me."
"I thought I was picking you up at the..."
"SHELIA, they are after me!" I yelled, "Forget the hospital, they're looking for me."
"Oh okay, where are you now?"
I looked around for a street sign.
"I'm actually at the corner of 5th and 3rd."
"Okay stay right there, I'll be there soon."
I smacked my head, leaving blood on my forehead.
She got quiet.
"Did you hear me?"
She cleared her throat.
"Yes. What do you mean?"
"They tried to get me out of the hospital."
I turned around and looked to see if I saw any of the suits following me.
"Wait what?" She said, her voice had changed.
"There's a line of their black SUVs outside the hospital. I had to escape."
"Oh Lance." She said anxiously, "I..."
"HEY! THERE HE IS!"
I turned around to see at least eight suits pointing at me.
"Shelia please hurry. I gotta move. I'm moving towards the interstate. I can't stay in the city!"
"Okay! I'll be there shortly, I'm already on the road!"
I hung up the phone and ran like my life depended on it, zig zagging in and out of the crowds of people and running into the street.
"DR. ROBERTSON, WE DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!" They yelled after me.
I rolled my eyes.
"Sure you don't." I thought to myself.
I looked down and noticed that everything I touched got stained with my blood.
"HE'S HURT! HE WON'T RUN FOR LONG!" I heard them yelling to each other.
They must have been seeing the stains.
I couldn't believe how long we had been running. These guys were freaking bionic or on something.
"Where's Shelia?" I said, nearing the interstate.
All of a sudden I spotted the black SUVs zooming towards me.
"Oh shit!" I thought.
I looked frantically for somewhere to run, but I was near the highway. I had two choices: get caught or get run over.
"Shelia!" I yelled, running up the ramp to the interstate, "Where are you?"
I decided I'd much rather get run over.
The black SUVs chasing me seemed like they were on rockets inching closer and closer to me.
"They're gonna shoot me!" I said to myself getting closer and closer to the interstate.
"Dr. Robertson, you have nowhere else to run. Give up!"
They were speaking over an intercom in their SUVs.
He was right. I didn't have anywhere to run.
"I can't give up." I thought, trying to convince myself to keep running, but my body was exhausted and my wrists were hurting.
"We know you're hurt. Let us help you."
"You won't help me!" I screamed, still running, but loosing steam, "You'll kill me."
I could hear the SUVs getting closer.
"BLOCK OFF THE INTERSTATE!" I heard them yell over the intercom, "We got him!"
I could see in the distance the black SUVs positioning themselves to surround me.
"This is it." I thought, slowing down, "Damn. This is it."
They surrounded me and drew their guns.
I raised my hands up and stopped running.
"You'll be fine Dr. Robertson!" One of the men yelled, the same one that was chasing me in the hospital, "Don't worry about your wounds either, we'll fix those right up!"