No Escape

"There's no escape for us." Phil and Dan are kidnapped and held for ransom in an abandoned warehouse. (Blurb in progress.) Cover created by Lady Tatertot.


9. Day Six

Dan's POV:

I paced back and forth in the waiting room, my heart beating fast. Phil had been taken to the emergency room in the ambulance. I'd wanted to go in with him, but they doctors and nurses wouldn't let me until.....I don't even remember. "Dude, you've been pacing for 1/2 hour! Settle down already!" a teen sitting in one of the chairs said. I ignored him and kept pacing. He rolled his eyes and picked up a sports magazine. A nurse holding a clipboard walked in. "Daniel Howell?" she said, her eyes scanning the room. Everyone in the room seemed to perk up a little. "That's me. Is Phil alright?" I asked anxiously. The nurse smiled and gestured for me to follow her. I grinned. Just as I left, I saw that the teen I'd talked to had wide eyes and was covering his mouth. I looked back at him. "Surprised?" I asked. "Well, duh! You've been missing!" he exclaimed. I smiled and left the room.

The nurse led me to a small hospital room and I ran to Phil. He was clammy with sweat and his hands were shaking. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. "Dan!" he croaked. I smiled and pulled up a chair, sitting next to his bed. "You doing alright?" I asked softly. He smiled slightly and nodded. "The staff are keeping our escape a secret for now so that we have some time to....adjust," he said. I bit my lip. "Um...the people in the waiting room know...." My voice trailed off. Phil moaned and slumped against his pillows. "They're in here!" a voice shouted. I put my head in my hands. One of the doctors ran out and tried to keep them out, but two reporters, a man and a woman, wrestled their way through. The man came up to me, his pen and notepad in hand.

"Mr. Howell! Can you tell us anything about your experiences? Maybe the names of your kidnappers?" the woman said excitedly. 'What is wrong with you people?! It hasn't even been an hour since we escaped!! Can't you leave us alone for 5 seconds?!" Phil exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. The reporter scribbled away on his notepad and then straightened up. "Of course, Mr. Lester. We'll call off the others as well," he said, an ominous gleam in his eyes. He grabbed the slightly miffed female reporter by the arm and they walked out together.

The noise in the hallway died down and the doctor who'd gone out came back in, looking extremely angry. "What did you say to them? They wouldn't listen to me if their lives depended on it!" he grumbled. "Phil got upset and the reporter wrote something down. Then they just...left." I shrugged. The doctor's face paled. "Phil didn't say anything that they could use, did he?" We shook our heads and the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. The media can cause quite a storm using the littlest things. Phil, if you want to, you may leave," he said, smiling. Phil nodded and I waited outside the door so e could change out of his hospital gown. I caught a peek when he slipped it off. A thick, large strip of gauze was wrapped around his chest and back several times. A large, red stain was already spreading rapidly across the front of it.

I closed my eyes and turned away, resisting the urge to vomit. About a minute later, Phil came out dressed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. "Let's go!" he cheered, running to the exit. We took a cab back to the apartment and Phil ran through the door. He practically threw himself onto the couch. "Home at last," he murmured, content. He fell asleep and I laughed quietly at him. I walked over and nudged him. "Phil, if you want to sleep maybe you can go to your own room," I laughed. He nodded sleepily and got up, heading towards his room. I heard him open the door and slam it. I laughed a third time and sat down on the couch, turning on the television and relaxing on the couch.

I was so happy to be home.

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