What the hell? It was the evening, but there had to be someone here.
Blood trailed down the back of my hand from the IV injection, dripping off my fingers, and I spotted some gauze on a cart, grabbing it and wrapping some around my hand before tearing it off and tucking the end inside the rest.
“Hey!” I barked into the dark.
Something was wrong.
Heading back toward my room, I passed it and rounded the corner for the elevators.
But as soon as I did, someone caught me and shoved me against the wall, putting their hand over my mouth.
I grabbed their collar, ready to shove them off, but Rika pressed her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet.
Will stood behind her, both of them peering around the corner from where I just came.
Finally, she took her hand off my mouth and backed away.
“What the fuck?” I whisper-yelled.
“Someone tried to take Alex from the dojo tonight,” Will told me. “She was able to fight them off and run, but…”
He looked down at Rika.
“What?” I hissed, losing patience.
“One of them was Miles Anderson,” Rika said.
Miles Anderson. One of them. Which meant there were several, including him.
It wasn’t hard to figure out motive. And then suddenly everything dawned.
“My father,” I said what I was thinki
ng out loud.
She looked up at me, fear in her eyes. “Yeah, I can’t find Michael, and…”
“And Winter’s gone,” I added. “Shit.” I ran my hand through my hair and then met her stare. “He knows.”
She nodded, agreeing with me.
“We hired security to guard your hospital door,” Will told me. “We’ll deal with this—”
“Fuck you,” I cut him off. “We’re leaving now.”
“You’re not well enough.”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” I glared at him. “Go get some fresh air!”
Clear your damn head, because you’re confused.
He cocked an eyebrow, looking displeased, but then shared a look with Rika, and let out a laugh. “Yeah, we thought so.”
And he tossed me a black backpack.
I opened it up, finding some clothes, a pullover, and a cell phone.
I grabbed the hoodie, dropped the bag, and pulled it on.