Run

KEITH

“You go on first,”

“No, you go!”

“F*ck, hurry up idiots! It’s not that deep! See the ground? It’s the same height as you, you bawling primate! Hurry up and jump we’re wasting time here!”

“Why don’t you go first, if you’re so clever?!”

Their pointless dispute gives us enough time to push the wall door closed. Dawson crouched on his knees and pant. His face is beaded with sweat, which glints under the flashlight I pointed in his way. I tapped his shoulder twice.

“Let’s go. No time to waste.” He nods and wipes the sweat in his chin by the back of his palm.

Together we sprint out of the small hole. It’s dark, moldy, the walls are not cemented, a sign this place recently made as tunnel, but aren't officially used as escape or trade route. The sides show signs of uneven edges.

“Young Master?”

We’re currently running, no jogging, for the nurse to pick up our speed.

“You’ve been carrying her since we’re in the hospital, aren’t you tired?”