#Chapter123
Get Up
/"What are we doing?/" I whisper it back, keeping my voice hushed as it's pretty obvious with the lack of helpers he's not meant to be doing this. As soon as he fully arranges her on the gurney, he takes a moment to inhale, calm his breathing by pressing a hand to his chest and points at the door.
/"We're taking her and leaving…. I drugged……. Fixed…. phew…/" he struggles, wiping his brow with the back of his hand and takes another exaggerated breath, annoying me to the point of getting frustrated with his lack of vocabulary, and he tries again. I raise my brows at him and throw a 'and?' look his way. /"I drugged dinner; we don't have much time…. few hours at the most./" He wheezes and goes back to picking up tubes and arranging them around her in a hurried fashion.
