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Estelle slowly opened her eyes, getting used to the glaring incandescent light overhead. After a
moment, she
snatched the syringe from the nurse’s hand and flung it at the security camera.
With a loud “thwack”, the syringe hit its target. The red light on the camera flickered and then went
dark.
Estelle felt weak. She closed her eyes for a moment to gather her strength before sitting up and
yanking all the
wires that tethered her to the machines. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up, her
legs
trembling beneath her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA cold sweat had broken out on her skin. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious or what
she had
endured, but her body felt exhausted, her strength sapped away, and her head throbbed as if a nail had
been
driven into her skull.
She quickly stripped the nurse’s uniform and dressed herself in it, then positioned the nurse on the bed
where
she had lain. After putting on a surgical mask, Estelle cautiously opened the door and stepped out.
Her gun had been confiscated upon her arrival, but the needle she had hidden between her fingers had
gone
unnoticed.
Surprisingly, that very needle had come to her aid multiple times! Estelle examined the syringe with its
blue-glowing tip in her hand, almost feeling a sense of gratitude towards the men she had fought
earlier. She chuckled to herself and started walking.
The hospital corridors were eerily quiet at night, lit only by the sterile glow of the fluorescent lights.
Leaning against the glass door to catch her breath, she spotted a nurse’s cart nearby. She grabbed the
handle,
recalling her prior visit to the eleventh floor to orient herself, and then started pushing the cart towards
the exit.
After a few steps, she was gasping for air, her legs heavy as if filled with lead, and the pain in her head
intensified. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
Rummaging through the cart, she found a bottle of unopened glucose solution. She cracked it open
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmand gulped
it down.
The sugar rush gave her just enough energy to keep moving.
“Rella!” Lambert’s deep eyes were filled with concern and regret. “I’m so sorry about before, truly. I’m
here to
save you, please, trust me one more time!”
But Lambert approached her more swiftly. “I’m getting you out of here. We’re leaving, now!”
“Rella!” Lambert caught her wrist.
Estelle struggled to break free and kicked at Lambert’s leg. He did not dodge; instead, he took the blow
and
moved in to embrace her.
“Understood!” The guards responded in unison, forming a protective circle around Lambert and Estelle.
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