Disclaimer: Lara, Kurtis, Karel, Konstantin and Winston are so not mine.
Escape
Lara didn't come the next day either and no matter what the nurses said they couldn't make Kurtis feel any better about it. Something was terribly wrong and he knew it. Laying in the hospital bed made him feel himself so helpless and vain. He had to do something. Who knows what kind of mess Lara had managed to get involved to.
Each minute of the day was tearing Kurtis mentally apart and it seemed to him that the night would never come. Yes...it would be easier at night. He didn't have his chirugai so he had to think of something different for distracting the nurses and whoever would be patrolling at night. He had thought about escape the whole day but he wasn't shure if he was up to it. Twelve days wasn't so long time concidering his wounds but it would have to do.
The night came slowly and the hospital grew silent. He knew that only a couple of nurses were working at night and he could use his farsee ability to find the way out. Slowly he pulled the tubes out of his hand grimacing a little at the same time. He had never thought anything bad about hospital but why oh why they had to stick all kinds of needles and tubes into human beings. Of course he knew the answer but he thought it disqusting all the same.
He sat on his bed looking at his legs. Never before had he hoped for something so much than he hoped now that his legs wouldn't fail him. He stared for a moment at the door. Did he have enough strenght to get even to that door? He didn't feel well, not at all, and even though he had spent last eleven days in a very deep dream state he had never felt as tired as he felt now. How gladly he would've stayed there and slept. Just lay down and close his eyes. His mind didn't let him to do that. It had to argue against his body and though Kurtis was tired his mind won the argument. There was a life at stake. A life that actually ment more to him that he had thought it would when he had layed his eyes on her for the first time in a little Parisian cafe.
Slowly he got on his feet but had to sit down quickly because of the terrible pain in his stomach. How would he be able to do this? Again his mind had to argue with his body and miraculously it won the second time. He stood up again not minding the pain but he couldn't just put it aside. It drew a terrible glimpse of pain and agony to flash in his eyes. There he dtood. In the middle of the dark room. He could see dim light in the corridor outside his room. Walking seemed to be more painful that standing and he had to lean on the wall from time to time. It was harder that he had expected and it seemed that the door of his room didn't come any closer like there was some supernatural force and its only meaning was to keep him from leaving.
Finally he reached the door and then he felt something warm and wet seeping through his pyjamas. He looked down. Blood. Could've thought that the stiches would do at least something to keep his wounds from bleeding. It had been almost two weeks now. The bleeding didn't seem to be very bad though. Maybe just one stich, he thought and looked down the corridor. No one could be seen. Only thing that told there were still life in the hospital was the faint snoring coming from the room next to his.
He took a step into the corridor still leaning against the wall. He had never felt this terrible in his entire life. At least not physically. Mentally perhaps. His mind wandered back to his fathers funeral. The ceremony had been beautiful and many people had told what Konstantin had meant to them. He could still remember the hot tears burning in his eyes as one of Konstantin's closest friends had taken the stage. He himself hadn't said a word. His father had never been close to him but loosing him hurt Kurtis in a way he had not thought possible. He shook his head silently. It was all gone now and how much he wanted to see his father again even for a small moment and say to him all the things he had failed to mention while his father was still alive was impossible.
He shouldn't be thinking anything like that at the moment. Only thing that he should think was how to get out of this building without alarming the whole hospital. He started to follow the corridor leaning to he wall. He couldn't see quite well. It was all a blurr, a mix of different colours, and the only solid object was the wall. It was his guideline.
He had to stop and rest for a while. Then he heard low voices discussing in some of the nearby rooms. He couldn't hear them propelly so he kept on going. It seemed like he was coming to the lobby of this floor and he could see the elevators. Bad thing was there was a nurse sitting by a desk and doing some paper work. That idea could be ruled out. The pain in his stomach blurred his sight and he had to lean against the wall so he wouldn't fall over. No elevator. Nice. He needed to find stairs and he had no idea where they were located.
He stood in the dark corridor. He wasn't shure if he could "farsee" in his condition but it seemed like his only hope. He concentrated and let his mind leave his body. It floated through the corridors and passed the closed doors. It took a long time to find the stairs but he finally did and there didn't seem to be any nurses on the way. His mind returned to his body and he almost fell down. Slowly he began his journey towards the stairs and hoped no nurse would think of patrolling at this late hour.
He was quite near already when he heard footsteps approaching. Not now. He thought hard for a second and it seemed that his only choice was to run to the door that led to the stairs and roll them down. It didn't sound very healthy but it was right now the only chance he got.
He sprinted towards the door feeling the terrible pain in his stomach at the same time. His legs were failing and the someone who had walked in the corridor had obviously heard him. Only few metres anymore. He never made them because he fell over. No sound left his lips even though the pain was horrible. It felt the same than when Boaz had struck him down. The footsteps came nearer but the person wasn't running. He or she was approaching like doom. He felt it coming nearer as he always could.
He started to crawl hoping that his wounds wouldn't bleed so badly that anyone who was behind him could follow him. He saw the door and then the stairs. And he pushed himself down them...
Escape
Lara didn't come the next day either and no matter what the nurses said they couldn't make Kurtis feel any better about it. Something was terribly wrong and he knew it. Laying in the hospital bed made him feel himself so helpless and vain. He had to do something. Who knows what kind of mess Lara had managed to get involved to.
Each minute of the day was tearing Kurtis mentally apart and it seemed to him that the night would never come. Yes...it would be easier at night. He didn't have his chirugai so he had to think of something different for distracting the nurses and whoever would be patrolling at night. He had thought about escape the whole day but he wasn't shure if he was up to it. Twelve days wasn't so long time concidering his wounds but it would have to do.
The night came slowly and the hospital grew silent. He knew that only a couple of nurses were working at night and he could use his farsee ability to find the way out. Slowly he pulled the tubes out of his hand grimacing a little at the same time. He had never thought anything bad about hospital but why oh why they had to stick all kinds of needles and tubes into human beings. Of course he knew the answer but he thought it disqusting all the same.
He sat on his bed looking at his legs. Never before had he hoped for something so much than he hoped now that his legs wouldn't fail him. He stared for a moment at the door. Did he have enough strenght to get even to that door? He didn't feel well, not at all, and even though he had spent last eleven days in a very deep dream state he had never felt as tired as he felt now. How gladly he would've stayed there and slept. Just lay down and close his eyes. His mind didn't let him to do that. It had to argue against his body and though Kurtis was tired his mind won the argument. There was a life at stake. A life that actually ment more to him that he had thought it would when he had layed his eyes on her for the first time in a little Parisian cafe.
Slowly he got on his feet but had to sit down quickly because of the terrible pain in his stomach. How would he be able to do this? Again his mind had to argue with his body and miraculously it won the second time. He stood up again not minding the pain but he couldn't just put it aside. It drew a terrible glimpse of pain and agony to flash in his eyes. There he dtood. In the middle of the dark room. He could see dim light in the corridor outside his room. Walking seemed to be more painful that standing and he had to lean on the wall from time to time. It was harder that he had expected and it seemed that the door of his room didn't come any closer like there was some supernatural force and its only meaning was to keep him from leaving.
Finally he reached the door and then he felt something warm and wet seeping through his pyjamas. He looked down. Blood. Could've thought that the stiches would do at least something to keep his wounds from bleeding. It had been almost two weeks now. The bleeding didn't seem to be very bad though. Maybe just one stich, he thought and looked down the corridor. No one could be seen. Only thing that told there were still life in the hospital was the faint snoring coming from the room next to his.
He took a step into the corridor still leaning against the wall. He had never felt this terrible in his entire life. At least not physically. Mentally perhaps. His mind wandered back to his fathers funeral. The ceremony had been beautiful and many people had told what Konstantin had meant to them. He could still remember the hot tears burning in his eyes as one of Konstantin's closest friends had taken the stage. He himself hadn't said a word. His father had never been close to him but loosing him hurt Kurtis in a way he had not thought possible. He shook his head silently. It was all gone now and how much he wanted to see his father again even for a small moment and say to him all the things he had failed to mention while his father was still alive was impossible.
He shouldn't be thinking anything like that at the moment. Only thing that he should think was how to get out of this building without alarming the whole hospital. He started to follow the corridor leaning to he wall. He couldn't see quite well. It was all a blurr, a mix of different colours, and the only solid object was the wall. It was his guideline.
He had to stop and rest for a while. Then he heard low voices discussing in some of the nearby rooms. He couldn't hear them propelly so he kept on going. It seemed like he was coming to the lobby of this floor and he could see the elevators. Bad thing was there was a nurse sitting by a desk and doing some paper work. That idea could be ruled out. The pain in his stomach blurred his sight and he had to lean against the wall so he wouldn't fall over. No elevator. Nice. He needed to find stairs and he had no idea where they were located.
He stood in the dark corridor. He wasn't shure if he could "farsee" in his condition but it seemed like his only hope. He concentrated and let his mind leave his body. It floated through the corridors and passed the closed doors. It took a long time to find the stairs but he finally did and there didn't seem to be any nurses on the way. His mind returned to his body and he almost fell down. Slowly he began his journey towards the stairs and hoped no nurse would think of patrolling at this late hour.
He was quite near already when he heard footsteps approaching. Not now. He thought hard for a second and it seemed that his only choice was to run to the door that led to the stairs and roll them down. It didn't sound very healthy but it was right now the only chance he got.
He sprinted towards the door feeling the terrible pain in his stomach at the same time. His legs were failing and the someone who had walked in the corridor had obviously heard him. Only few metres anymore. He never made them because he fell over. No sound left his lips even though the pain was horrible. It felt the same than when Boaz had struck him down. The footsteps came nearer but the person wasn't running. He or she was approaching like doom. He felt it coming nearer as he always could.
He started to crawl hoping that his wounds wouldn't bleed so badly that anyone who was behind him could follow him. He saw the door and then the stairs. And he pushed himself down them...