Carlos-less world

But nothing changes, reality is the same

Jill was left in my care as Carlos had departed earlier. Everything quieted down when he left.

The hospital room felt tight and depressing. It smelled like death in here. No light seeped from the outside, the only source of it being the wall lamp over Jill. The room I had chosen was conveniently a treatment room of one kind. Ultimately, there had to be medical equipment.

I looked around the room for anything useful. I opened cabinets and searched through dusty shells. My legs hurt from walking, and it was the second day of getting no sleep. A lot transpired in the last 24 hours.

The shelves were practically void, most of the first aid kits used or taken. Adequately, the things I needed stood on the shelves. I noticed a single-use ice pack. Who knew such a small thing would make me happy. "This could cool Jill down!" I pondered out loud joyfully.

I proceeded to bend it for it to become frozen, but it turned way too icy. The pack was so cold it will give Jill a brain freeze. In fact, I had to drop in on a table because of my poor hands. It stung, holding on to it.

My eyes wandered the room. A white lab coat caught my attention, and I took it. Wrapping it around the ice pack helped with the problem. Not so fiesty now.

Soon the ice pack was on Jill's forehead, hopefully relieving some heat. As for me, I found healing spray for the red and blue tender bruises. I began treating myself, cleaning wounds and such. At least the ones I could reach or see.

Sitting here, in these reserved quarters, left my mind wondering. It was like acting on autopilot or walking in a tunnel.

How is Carlos doing? It's been a while since I've heard from him. Suddenly, my brain decided to remember what happened before he left. The way he looked at me, those golden-brown eyes pouring in mine. I remember it awfully clearly how I turned away.

I'm so dumb! Why did I look elsewhere? Was it even a confession or something to stop my pettiness?

" Ugh!" I half yelled at myself. My right hand flew to my H/c coloured hair. Why are feelings so hard to have?! I grit my teeth before letting go of the topic. We have more significant problems to deal with.

"Speaking of problems..." I uttered quietly. I licked my dry lips, thinking of Nicholai and his "deal". I glanced at the clock hanging on the dull wall. If it was right, 17 hours have passed since I last saw Nicholai. That meant I had 7 hours to save Logan and Zev.

Just get some blood and deliver it to Nicholai. Hopefully, he hasn't killed them off yet...

The treatment room I am in must possess blood sampling tubes too. All this time, I was thinking of ways to cheat certain death. I don't believe that bullshit about him having eyes everywhere. Or maybe he has an accomplice? Then it clicked.

I'm going to use my own blood for the deal! I know, I know. It's dumb, but Dick-olai plays dirty too. Plus, HE can't get his stupid data from the blood that isn't infected.

I lifted my tired body up again. Going a second-round throughout the room for the supplies. My feet hurt from all of this running and standing. Almost an hour later, I unearthed the treasure. I discovered the pieces of equipment in the rearmost cabinet I went through... Yay!

I got a syringe and a tube ready, cleaning them with some type of disinfectant. Filling the container with my blood right after, closing it with a click. All of it could now be found in my grey backpacks safety pocket. I hid my backpack behind Jill's bed for refuge.

There is no way Nicholai could know whose blood it is by eyesight.

Sitting down a second time to rest my legs. I watched Jill on the other side of the room. Her condition wasn't getting better, and from what I could see, she was feeling distressed. I breathed out, rolling my neck to help with the tension I held.