One Way Out
You helped her up and lend her your shoulder for support. She limped along with you and the two of you walked to the closest door, which happened to be a janitor's closet. You locked the door behind you and turned the lights on. Emma was slumped on a chair, keeping her leg above her heart.
There was a small slit in her leg. You saw some toilet paper and used it as a bandage, winding the cheap paper around her leg over and over again.
"There's no way I'm walking again," she said, almost dejectedly.
"It'll heal," you said reassuringly.
"No way it will before John finds me."
She had a point.
You shook your head and continue winding the makeshift bandage. You could still see the blood stain. Suddenly, the door opened and you turned around the face the person. Emma Aaron peeked into the room.
"Emma, help us?" Emma asked quietly. Emma considered Emma and you for a second, before shutting the door on us.
"Guess not?" you commented. You returned to the task at hand. The toilet paper was tearing apart too easily for you to apply real pressure to the wound.
The door opened again. This time, it wasn't Emma, it was John.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
You didn't know what to say. Emma fell out of her chair and backed away from him.
"Well then, I know where your alliances lie," John said and instantly pounced on you. He grabbed you by your neck and held you up with one hand. He then threw you against the wall and you felt your vision darken. You faintly heard Emma whimper. John's foot connected with your face before you could get your bearings again and you tried desperately to get up, but everything was dark and disoriented.
There was a small slit in her leg. You saw some toilet paper and used it as a bandage, winding the cheap paper around her leg over and over again.
"There's no way I'm walking again," she said, almost dejectedly.
"It'll heal," you said reassuringly.
"No way it will before John finds me."
She had a point.
You shook your head and continue winding the makeshift bandage. You could still see the blood stain. Suddenly, the door opened and you turned around the face the person. Emma Aaron peeked into the room.
"Emma, help us?" Emma asked quietly. Emma considered Emma and you for a second, before shutting the door on us.
"Guess not?" you commented. You returned to the task at hand. The toilet paper was tearing apart too easily for you to apply real pressure to the wound.
The door opened again. This time, it wasn't Emma, it was John.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
You didn't know what to say. Emma fell out of her chair and backed away from him.
"Well then, I know where your alliances lie," John said and instantly pounced on you. He grabbed you by your neck and held you up with one hand. He then threw you against the wall and you felt your vision darken. You faintly heard Emma whimper. John's foot connected with your face before you could get your bearings again and you tried desperately to get up, but everything was dark and disoriented.
