1.2
The solitary sound from contact between metal and glass rippled through the stale air, followed by the steady beeping from the machines around her. I glared at each of them, trying to figure out their purpose of being attached to me, leeching out my every moment of opportunity. There was no exit in the room, except for the door next to the nurse's chair. I groaned.
This was going to be more difficult than I thought.
After moments of thinking, I gave up in coming up with a plan to escape. Catapulting myself into the door wasn't going to help; neither was using the puppy-dog face method. Greatly troubled, I slid under the covers, turning my near-skeletal hands over and over.
The nurse raised an eyebrow at me, making a deep etch into the crossword; no doubt crossing a clue off. The moment she looked down again, I clutched my side.
"Ow! Nurse! I…I think I have a cramp…" I shifted into an awkward position, causing me to make a face to prove my pain. She sighed and glared at me with disbelieving eyes, but she walked up to me, putting a hand behind my back. Helping me sit up, she took out a thin needle and plunged it into my arm. Wincing, I knew what that was supposed to do. But even with that numbing solution injected into me, that wouldn't stop me from my plan.
She pulled me off the bed and propped me up against the wall, examining the section where I claimed hurt me the most. "I don't see anything wro-"
Her sentence was cut off as I swung my nearly limp arms at her, hitting her square in the face. The nurse clutched her swelling cheek, and took out another needle, filled to the brim with a vile green liquid. As she attempted to plunge it into me, I dodged out of the way, barely missing me before crashing into the bed. Her dazed look gave me the opportunity to lunge for the door.
As my hand wrapped around the doorknob, a thin needle flashed before me.
"You're not going anywhere."