"He has a fever," he said, putting his hand over my forehead. His voice was panicked, and for good reason. "We need a doctor."
Mathew let out angered laughed. "A doctor? A doctor! Let me just pull one out of my ass! If you haven't noticed, we're fucking stuck in here." He was crying now; I could hear it in his voice. A loud bang told me that he was hitting something, trying to regain control over himself.
"It's okay," Lucien said, partly to me, partly to Mathew, and partly to himself. "Sam escaped remember? He was going to go get the cops."
There was another laugh from Mathew. "As if he would ever tell anyone. This is not something you can just-"
The sound of sirens interrupted him, and I felt Lucien's body stiffen as he listened to the sound. He hugged my body close to his for warmth and I shivered uncontrollably. "See they're coming," he said, but his voice was still worried and he began to rock back and forth. "They'll get here in time. We'll make it. We'll make it…"
I started to cough violently and I felt Mathew move over towards us. He didn't touch us; we learned a while ago that if we touched him, he'd scream, but I felt him anyways and I began to cry. "He's not going to make it," Mathew whispered. "He's sick and dying. It's cold down here and he hasn't eaten."
"Don't say that," Lucien snapped back. "We're going to make it. All of us. They're almost here."
But we waited for what seemed like hours. The sirens were still blaring outside, and we would occasionally hear gunfire, but no one came to us. "What if they can't find us?" Mathew asked. "What if we're hidden too well?"
"Shut up," Lucien snapped again. He rocked faster. "Shut up, shut up…"
Suddenly, there was a blinding light from the door and the sound of heavy footsteps. "Weapons down, hands up!" a man started to repeat over and over again as the room filled with armed police men. Lucien and Mathew did what they were told, but I could only lie on the ground as another coughing fit took over. I watched as they started to take Lucien out of the room, his shirt covered in my blood, but he fought him. "Get him first," he told him. "His sick, get him first!"
For some reason, they listened to him and a pair of arms lifted me into the air and started to carry me away. My coughing didn't stop, but even with all of the noise I could still hear the sound of Mathew screaming as they took them. I squeezed my eyes shut to block out everything else, and soon the feeling a fresh air hit my skin.
I opened my eyes then knowing that it was dark. The moon wasn't present for our rescue but the stars were; blinking red and blue and we moved closer to them. The police man carrying me laid me down on some sort of cot and I was suddenly surrounded by people in blue outfits. My vision was getting blurry then, and I could hear someone telling me to stay awake. They put lights in my eyes and needles in my skin, and I could hear the radio go off as they spoke to each other.
A younger lady knelt next to me. "It's alright, you're safe now," she told me. "We're almost to the hospital."
I started to cry again and she smiled, taking it as my relief, but she was wrong. I didn't want to get better or go to the hospital, because after that they would take me home. More than anything I wished that they would kill me. For once, I just wanted to be free.