Minka couldn't hear her own voice, calling for the guard to come and unleash absolute Hell; her head pounded with blood, filling her ears with ringing and static. Her sweat was cold, beading at her temples, dripping down her collarbone.
If Michael kills him, it's her fault. All her fault.
"Your shift doesn't end for another half hour, what is it?" The guard answered. He sounded annoyed.
The nurse swallowed hard, feeling Michael's calculated stare.
"I need to use the restroom, please." Behind the door, Minka heard him sigh, then footsteps. Keys jangling.
Oh God, please.
The door opened, revealing the beefy guard.
"Make it quick," He said gruffly. Minka stared at him, her mouth opening to speak, but she couldn't; her eyes moved to the shadow in the corner.
Michael took it as a signal, and it began.