Get Up Prt 4

“Yes, sounds right. She’s been in a coma for eight years… we need time. I need to wean her awake and even then, I’ve no idea what state she will be in, physically, or mentally. All I know is we can’t stay here and do that without getting caught, and I owe her. I won’t fail my friend again!” the doctor has regained some of his equilibrium and leaves the bed with me to go run to a metal cabinet on the wall which houses keys and scoops up a set, coming back to open the truck and motions to bring the bed around.

“So, what you’re saying is … there’s no plan beyond getting out?” It’s a dry, non-amused response and I stare at him as everything inside of me grips tight. I have to swallow down the rising panic and he half-heartedly shrugs at me.

“I’m a doctor, not a masked villain who kidnaps people for a living. I figured your fates would somehow… I don’t know… help!! I