Chapter 8 (Timeline 2)
"His wound is infected."
"Jack will take care of it."
"When?"
"I don't know. Tomorrow."
Dawn drew herself up to her full height.
"He needs looked at now. The man is in agony."
She had been unable to pull the bandage completely back for the look of pain on his colourless face. She had winced at what she had seen.
"For God's sake John, have a bit of compassion."
"Alright, alright," he held his hands up. "I'll go get him. You need to get back to the beach though."
She glared at him, her eyebrows raised.
"Not a chance John. Have a nice walk."
"Your impossible, you know that?"
She waited five full minutes after he had gone, then as quick as she could, typed the code she had memorised into the keypad and pulled open the door.
"Something tells me you're up to no good."
She heard him before she saw him.
"Something like that. Come on, let's go."
Dawn wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline brought about by doing something so reckless or the look on his face that made her cheeks begin to burn.
"Where do you plan on taking me?" His green eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
"We can discuss it later. We don't have a whole lot of time right now."
He did as he was told.