you’ll need and Sarah can set you up with a spot to do it.”
***
Sarah prepared one of the small observation rooms for Jessica to stitch up Will’s hand. While grabbing the supplies, Brandon retrieved a light numbing agent and administered the shot into Will’s hand so he wouldn’t feel the needle. When they had finished getting the room ready, Brandon and Sarah left Jessica alone with Will to stitch up his hand.
She ran the needle through his skin as he faced the wall and refused to watch. Once the bleeding had mostly ceased and she could see the wound, it was a fairly easy task. She treated it just like one of her craft projects, and it made her miss the hours she’d spent putting little pieces of art together.
“Thanks for doing this,” Will said, still looking toward the wall.
“It’s no problem. I don’t even think those other two wanted to try.”
Will chuckled. “Yeah, I was getting a little worried myself. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re able to do this with your arm hurting.”
“Well, if I’m being honest with you, I think Lawrence didn’t really know what he was talking about. I’m pretty sure I just have a minor sprain or something, not a broken collarbone. A lot of my movement has come back—I just still have some discomfort.”
“Gotcha,” Will replied.
“Dare I ask how this happened?” Jessica asked.
Like the rest of the group, she’d seen Holly leave the room abruptly, and though she wasn’t the type to gossip, Jessica still found herself a little curious.
“Just not a good day,” he replied.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
After a few moments of awkward silence, Will spoke again.
“Sounds like you really got pretty close to my folks over a short period of time.”
“I was inches away from being eaten by one of those things when your dad opened their door and pulled me into their room. Then he kept them off your mother and I so we could get away, and got bit himself in the process. I owe everything to that man.” She pulled away from his hand for a moment to gather herself. She wasn’t crying, but she was fighting back tears. Then, she leaned in and continued. “And your mom was there for me when we found my parents. I was ready to lay down and die beside them, but she wouldn’t let me. She made me get up and keep going.”
Will was quiet after that, and just continued to stare at the wall.
“All she wanted was to find you,” Jessica continued. “That was one of the things that kept me going. I felt I owed her that.”
For the first time since she had started sewing up his hand, Will looked away from the wall and peered into Jessica’s eyes. She had a couple of tears running down her cheek, and he used his free hand to reach over and wipe them off one side of her face with his thumb.
“Thank you for helping her find me,” he said softly.
Her only response was to smile at him. Then she wiped her eyes as he pulled his un-injured hand away and allowed her to continue working on the stitches.
A few minutes later, she set the needle down on a nearby table.
“All done,” Jessica said.
Will looked down at his hand. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Now let’s get ready to get out of here.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Will
The group gathered at the end of the long hallway by the elevators. Opposite the elevators were two doorways. One of them led to the staircase that would take Will, Brandon, Jessica, and Sam to the level below, and the other housed the double doors that went back to the wing where David had taken the group earlier in the day.
They stood in front of the stairway entrance, but Will found himself staring at the double doors.
Deep down, he wanted to rush through the doors and sprint back to the area where his mother had been killed. Her body was still back there. Part of the reason Will wanted to go with the others was because he knew Gabriel was going to lead a clean-up of that room while he was gone, and pull his mother out in the process. He
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