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A lady's first aid kit

I was pacing around my room like a madwoman.

It had been two weeks since I had fainted and had regained a sense of hope. Already, my mind was engulfed in trying to come up with some sort of plan to get out.

What can you do? You are trapped in here and the only way out is through that electric door, which happens to be controlled 24/7 by some knockhead. Never mind if you actually manage to leave, you would face dozens more guards and god knows what else. It's impossible.

The voice of reason sounded in my head. I continued to pace around the room, trying to ignore the slap of reality that had hit me on the face. There had to be a way.

It's impossible, maybe, but what if you managed to get a bit of help?

I stopped in my tracks. The mischievous voice in my head had taken a step up and spoken. I had kept Ezra out of the equation purposefully, because I couldn't bring myself to ask him for help.

What could I say? "Please, risk everything, your mind, your dreams, your feelings, in short your entire humanity, just to help me escape, will you? Pretty, please?"

I couldn't imagine asking him that, I felt sick from just thinking about it.

But then again, it is your only hope. You cannot just sit here waiting for David to miraculously get you out and you don't know when the next trip to that damned lab will be scheduled again.

I bit my lip forcefully. Damn that little voice, it was right!

My only hope to escape this hell hole was probably sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing a black t-shirt and grey military pants, possibly sporting a scowl on his chiseled face.

I swallowed hard. I had to ask, I simply had to at least try. After all, he was also trapped in here, not the same way I was, but still just as unable to have a life of his own.

I absentmindedly fixed my hair, like if brushing the strands with my fingers would make it any better looking, before walking out my room, while scolding myself for the involuntary act.

Ezra was sweeping the floor with a broomstick. He glanced at me as I slowly walked to sit at the table near him. I slid down the chair and bit my lip.

He tried to ignore me as I just placed my hands together on the table, but he probably sensed I wasn't there to simply watch him clean the floor. I just eyed him as he took a quick glance at me and continued working.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, without looking up towards me.

"Um..." I trailed off. My hands were fidgety and after a few seconds of silence, Ezra became annoyed and stopped his movements to glance my way inquisitively. "I wanted to talk about something" I finished.

"Well, what is it?" He asked cuttingly.

"Uh, I was wondering if-" I suddenly caught something red slightly dripping from one of Ezra's elbows. The words I had been trying to mutter died on my lips as I looked at him with a frown.

"What..." I mumbled while I saw that it was blood. Ezra realized I was now fixed on his arm and he raised it to have a look.

"Shit" He cursed and touched the wound to stop it from bleeding. "I thought it had stopped"

Completely involuntarily, I stood up and strolled towards the tower of a man, my hands gripping his arm for me to take a better glance at it. That's when I realized I was touching him, but I didn't give it much thought as I saw the long cut on his forearm.