#Chapter124
Get Up
/"Oh my god!/" it's the only response as I have as words fail me, and I bite down on my lower lip and try to focus everything on helping him, and not the fact that after we get out I have no god damn idea what we're meant to do. The guards won't sleep forever, and they will come after us. At speed, with guns, and lots of them…. And inform Juan.
We make light work using the ramps inside the truck to get the bed and trolley in and he braces them in place which special metal clamps, hanging her saline bag on a hook coming from the interior wall, and pushes the mobile one into a corner and ties it down. He pushes the devices into clamps, and clips, along the wall parallel to her bed, and settles everything free standing into holders, or ties them in place expertly. Making light work as I can only stand and frantically race a million ideas through my head about what we're going to do.
