A man in a white coat was escorted in, and then Lily and Rooster's cell was unlocked. The guard unknowingly left the keys in the door, but Lily noticed. And she grabbed them too, turned around, mumbled something to Rooster, stuck them between her breasts, and then pushed them up. Both guards had a set of keys. The wouldn't notice, and she knew that. The guards each took one of her arms. Neither were the nice guard that had been there, his shift was over. These two appeared butal and rude. The picked her up by her arms and dropped her on the floor in front of the doctors feet. He looked at her for a second and knelt down and touched the already forming bruise on her arm.
"Gentlemen! You ought never treat a lady like that, no matter what she has done. And certainly not one in delicate condition!" he reprimanded and they shrugged.
"Well, we don't even know if that's true yet, she could be lying." The doctor looked at the petite woman and shook his head placing his hand on her lower belly. He took his stethoscope and put it there and listened.
"A little heartbeat, fast as a train." he looked at the men and scowered, then felt her abdomen. "Don't worry dear, that's a good thing." She looked at him relieved and managed a small smile as he continued to feel. "Healthy so far." He stood up and helped her up and back into the cell. "Gentlemen, I do not know who is in charge of this young lady, but she shall be fed extra, whenever she is hungry if possible... Understand?" One nodded as the other pulled out his keys and locked it. They all left.
"I saw you get those keys Lily." Rooster said hastily. "What did you do with them?" She pulled them from her shirt and unlocked the door, then locked it back. "Wha-what? You are not helping me!" She sneered and left them on the ground.
"And why would I do that? Like I said, You got me into this mess." He looked genuinely surprised as she walked away. Lily looked both ways down the hallway and ran down the stairs and out the nearest exit she saw. No one was at the outside or inside of the exit, so she sniggered and kept running. Down the field, up the fence, over the barbed wire, and up the road. She stopped running when the prison was out of sight and looked at her bloody hands. It had recently rained, as everything was drenched, and when she eyed the sky, she noticed that it would probably do so again. She sighed and turned her head back, then continued walking. A car drove by and into a huge puddle, soking her from head to toe. It wasn't warm out either. Actually, it was January and very cold. She went into NYC and found a nice spot with other homeless people. They had a fire going, and they welcomed the soaked girl as a guest.
"What a perty girl like you doin' out here on tha streets?" An older woman looked at her strangly.
"I'm pregnant, and the father left me..." The people around the fire gasped. "And, he left me with no money, and no where to go. I have nothing to do..." She slipped to the hard cold ground and shivered. One of the men removed their own coat and put it around her dainty shoulders.
"I, I sorry miss." he said and patted her back.
"Thank you... I am too." she sighed and looked up at them. "I am too..."