That’s all there is to it.
The urgency that runs through my veins every time I think about her, every time I try to call my contact, it’s not going to go away until I know.
So, I snatch up my gym bag and head out to burn off my anger, leaving my phone on the couch.
The Alliance will get back to me. They’re just taking their sweet time about it.
All I need to do is wait.
As soon as I’m permitted a chance to visit her, I’ll finally stop feeling like this.
When I know she’s safe in the arms of people who love her, I’ll let go.
That’s all I really want for her.
Chapter Three
Robin
After another week of lying in bed feeling numb while doctors and nurses bring me food and medication and check on my vitals, I’m ready to admit I’m sinking into depression. I’ve never spent so much time alone, doing nothing but resting, and it doesn’t feel restorative at all.
Not while all I can think about and dream about is everything I’ve lost.
I’m starting to consider pulling out my drip and trying to escape again, even if I’m not sure where I would go, when I hear the door to my room being unlocked.
It’s a little after midday so it must be time for lunch.
I’m not used to having regular mealtimes, but the staff here do everything on a rota.
The door opens and I blink when I see Dr. Clarke is the one bringing me my food.
His visits have been more frequent ever since I attempted to escape, but they’re usually later in the afternoon and he’s never the one bringing me food or medicine.
“Dr. Clarke,” I start, clearing my throat. “Is something wrong?”
He gives me a reassuring smile.
“Nothing’s wrong. In fact, you’ll be happy to know you’ve made great progress this week.”
I sit up straighter, wondering why he’s here to see me if my progress is good.
He puts the food and water on my table and pulls it closer to where I’m sitting.
“Okay,” I murmur, glancing at the food and back at him. “What does that mean?”
I don’t want to get my hopes up, but he did tell me that I could leave once I was doing better.
My heart starts to race at the thought of getting out of here.
Finally, a break in the monotony of this forced bedrest.
It’s not like I have anywhere to go, but I could figure that part out, I’m sure.
Dr. Clarke looks back at me. “Lana would like to speak to you about what you think you might want to do when you’re given the all-clear to leave the medical ward.”
“Oh.”
So, I’m not ready yet.
