A Great Escape
"Kate." Tony shook her gently. He had stopped the bleeding on her head but there was still no response from her. Tony sighed desperately. It wasn't looking good.
"Why the Zegna shirt today?" he had asked as he had crudely cut a bandage for her. Now he didn't regret it. It was Kate after all, wasn't it? The only girl always there in his life. His mother was dead. Sasha was no longer his daughter, well she never really was. It was all just an illusion. Kate was different. She would always be there, every morning, at the desk opposite his. A constant comfort.
"Tony," she whispered. He leant over and smiled. She smiled back.
"Yes?" he asked , anticipating. She tried to get up and he slowly helped her up.
"We need to escape." He frowned and pointed at her head. She shrugged.
"Does that mean you still want to die tied to a railway track? Too Western for me." She removed the gun from her holster and shot at the lock. It disintegrated and the door swung open.
"You aren't going to get us dead today," she called to Mr Turner before jumping out. Still in mild shock that Kate could do this so quick, Tony followed.
"Didn't get very far, did he?" asked Kate as they rolled into the nearest bush." No surprise that he's coming back for us, is it?" The white van drove past, clearly unable to see them.
"High-five Tony," she said, but there was no response. She turned round to him.
"Hey," she laughed. " Don't leave me hanging!" He frowned, deep in thought.
"You were never hurt...no one can recover from a head injury that fast." She smiled a little.
"You made me rip my Zegna shirt for you!" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"We escaped Tony." Still no response from Tony. She stepped close to him and tipped his chin up.
"I'm sorry Tony," she said." Is there any way I can make it up to you?" He nodded.
"Buy me dinner today, OK?" she nodded and they started to walk back towards the hospital.
"I'm just glad you're alright Kate," thought Tony.
