Awakening (2 book series)
Awakening – Rejected Mate Chapter 93

The doctor unhooks her from the machine, keeping her heartbeat monitored loudly, and I hold my breath, inhaling sharply as the beep, beep, is stalled so suddenly the air becomes unbearably silent. I don't get why he would take that off, but when he yanks another box from under the bed and plugs her onto that instead I exhale, slightly confused. That familiar beep, beep, starts up again, in a subtler tone from a different machine and he moves to the next, and next, replacing everything he can with smaller mobile devices as my brain pulls together amid my own frantic fear and gives me a shake. He's not trying to save her, or trying to take her off the machines, he's making her mobile so he can move her.

He stops, rushes off out of sight as he heads into the elevator once more, abandoning everything he's left in chaos and a moment later, comes crashing back ungracefully, pushing another bed. This time it's on wheels, back to her room. I press my cheek to the cool smooth wall in front of me, eyes locked on and heart rate hitching as it filters through. He catches me watching him, notices me with a second snap of his head as though he didn't glance me the first time and makes a weird wave gesture with his hands that translates to nothing. I don't understand.

"What?" I yell back, unsure what the hell he's doing, and he does it again, waving two fingers in the air which I can only assume means two minutes. I move back, confusion overtaking but intrigue definitely the dominant feeling. Everything else that had been coursing through me is replaced with a thousand questions, about why he's moving her. I watch as I've nothing else to do, and over here it's all I am capable of anyway, as he struggles to get her from one bed to the other and shakes his head in defeat, getting redder faced, and sweatier as he does. He pulls out a handkerchief from his top pocket, pats his face and puts it back, while he seems to be taking a moment to size up his plan. He clicks his fingers in mid-air like he just had a eureka moment, and then abandons her, turning and heading out towards me at speed. A complete look of determination on that furrow browed, overly serious expression, as he dashes at me.

He crosses the bay so quickly and without hesitation, opens my door and gestures me with flicking hands that I should come with him. His face is almost beetroot, and soaked, and he looks like he's just run a marathon

"What's going on?" I eye him warily, unsure how to feel about his current behavior and trying to figure out if the doc is drunk and realize he's breathless as hell and can barely talk.

He gestures again after blowing out an incoherent sound that I assume was meant to be words, to follow. I shrug and do it. I don't see any reason not to, he's proven himself to be a half decent human who isn't out to hurt me, and a voice at the back of my mind is telling me this is how I get close to her. As soon as he knows I'm with him he turns on his heel and we head back to sierra.

"Help me... here to here" he motions wheezily when we get in her room beside her, from her bed to the new one he wheeled over here. His voice is low and labored and he's struggling to get sound out. Definitely been running about like a maniac before coming down here, and I can feel his heart rate pulsing rapidly in the air around me. He's composing himself as he works, but it's obvious he's not in the best physical shape.

I turn my eyes to our sleeping beauty, surprised at this distance how unwell she looks, and a whole lot less ethereal. Sierra up close, looks like a porcelain doll, so silently still and unresponsive, with flushed, rosy cheeks, on a milky pallor, dark lashes fanning her face under smooth dark brows, and I can see Colton in her features immediately. I don't argue but take her upper arms under her armpits as firmly as I can without hurting her and lift her over while he gets her legs.

She's light in weight, surprisingly so, nothing to her, and painfully thin as the blankets pull away and I see her body under her own thin medical gown. Her skin is almost translucent from lack of sunlight, yet she seems so very warm and alive, and I'm convinced she's going to open her eyes at any moment. It's unnerving, and I can't stop staring at her face as we place her on the new bed, brushing her dark hair from her face as he tends to her limbs, and tubes, and settles her neatly. "What are we doing?" I whisper it back, keeping my voice hushed as it's pretty obvious with the lack of helpers he's not meant to be doing this. As soon as he fully arranges her on the gurney, he takes a moment to inhale, calm his breathing by pressing a hand to his chest and points at the door.

"We're taking her and leaving.... I drugged........ Fixed..... phew..." he struggles, wiping his brow with the back of his hand and takes another exaggerated breath, annoying me to the point of getting frustrated with his lack of vocabulary, and he tries again. I raise my brows at him and throw a 'and?' look his way. "I drugged dinner; we don't have much time.... few hours at the most." He wheezes and goes back to picking up tubes and arranging them around her in a hurried fashion.

"You did what?" I gawp at him, this unassuming little feeble doctor that wouldn't stand up to Deacon earlier, and now it registers how quiet this place is when he's making so much noise with carts and beds and no one's appeared. My face pales as my blood drains away and my brain catches up with exactly what's happening.

He nods at the bay outside her room and motions to start pulling her bed. Making it clear I'm not dreaming, and we are in fact staging a bust out, and a heist, in that Sierra is the gold, and we're taking it. I swallow hard, pull myself together, and throw a glance up at the roof and a silent' Thank you' to the fates. They answered my prayers.

I do as he motions, tugging it backwards out the door with all my might to get it rolling, as he throws machines and such almost on top with her as we begin to move. He picks up, and dumps more items on the bed as we pass a couple of free-standing trolleys, pulling the saline drip, and bag feeding her fluids with him, and its trolley at the end while stretching all her tubes almost taut.

"I doped the soup and pretended to eat in the canteen to watch that they all did, we always eat together. Had to wait on them all passing out.... to the truck over there." He nods at my shooting point and I pull the bed and aim for it, gaining speed as we go, and he grabs the medical trolley in passing to tug behind him too, making it awkward for him to keep hold of the bed at all, and I end up pulling it alone as he deals with that and the other wheeled necessities he's hauling, dropping things as he does so.

If this is an escape, it's a haphazard one, and he's the worst kind of saving hero ever. He's making enough noise to wake the dead, and I'm not convinced he's not going to keel over and have a heart attack with how unfit he is. He's puffing, and heaving, and losing more than half his weight in body sweat, and I think he might need to lie down. Humans really are a weak race.

"How are we meant to get out of here? We're on the lowest floor and the elevator is that way?" I nod with my head in the direction we came from, a growing tight knot of anxiety that maybe the doctor's plan is not the best. He waves at the trucks again, reminding me of their presence, but I'm not sure how they will help down here.

"The one on the end, it's a medical truck, and that platform lifts up to the ground above. It's how we store them and transport things in and out."

As soon as he says it, I spin my head, eyeing the last green military truck that looks like its half-brother was a tank, and see the gears of the platform on the space behind it. The poles and hydraulics lining the steel wall in shadow and look up into a cavernous space that opens over your head when you get up close to them. From my room I couldn't see it, but this space goes up some hundred or more feet to a set of closed metal doors on the top ceiling.

"And then what? We drive around until she wakes up?" I gasp, bumping the bed onto the edge of the platform, still helping while dissecting the absurdity of this and he shoves it fully. We come side by side with the truck we are aiming for and he motions me to keep it going to the rear. I eye him warily, real tension ripping through me as panic rears its ugly head, at his lack of a proper plan.