Chapter 143

He nods at the bay outside her room and motions to start pulling her bed. 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 backward out the door with all my might to get it rolling as he throws machines and such almost on top of her as we 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 the bag feeding her fluids with him and its trolley at the end while stretching all her tubes almost taut. “I drugged the soup and pretended to eat in the canteen to watch that they did; we always eat together. I had to wait for them all to pass out. To the truck over there.” He nods towards the truck, and I pull the bed and aim for it, gaining speed as we go. He grabs the medical trolley in pass