Thanks for the good reviews guys Here is chapter 3 … hope you like it.
"Wh-what the he…." the scrambling whitecoat wailed and fled from the scene as the blazing fire consumed the area where he had been standing…leaving me high and dry.
Literally.
"Iggy!!", I screamed. "Where the Heck are you…you big retard???!" I managed to scold him between the gut wrenching coughs…now that was what I called talent.
Out of the smoky ruins of a once standing operating table, he appeared, maneuvering his way around the fire despite his blindness.
He scaled his hands over the wall, and finding me, felt the straps.
"Pull hard Max, I'm untying you."
(Up to now, I had been in at least a million "rock and a hard place" dilemmas…but being attached to a burning building with my only rescue source being a blind teenage mutant was definitely going down in my book of firsts.)
I felt unbearable pressure on my shins as Iggy tugged and yanked on the fabric with all his strength.
His blank, glazed eyes panned the room anxiously…he could feel the heat of the rapidly approaching fire on his back.
And the only thing scarier? …was being able to see it.
1….2…3 minutes passed. We were running out of time, but I didn't feel the need to remind him of it…he knew.
"Max…", he stopped working, ears perked. Intent.
"They're coming."
Not something I wanted to hear right about now.
But inevitably, the sound of heavy frantic footsteps storming down the hall could be heard even over the fires bellowing roar.
"Theres NO TIME!!" he yelled, shooting me one of his most famous looks.
The old "I can't see you right now, but I know you know what this look means" look.
It was the "all out of ideas" look…..the one I hated the most.
Racking my brain, I arched my back, inhaling to the tippy top of my lungs…mustering every ounce of courage and strength I had left. Iggy immediately backed off… he could tell I was about 2 seconds from ripping the very wall off its hinges.
Smart boy.
Breathe in…breathe out.
1…2……3….
Viola.
I was free!!
"Run, Ig!" I tapped the back of his left hand, signaling him which way to go.
We bolted fast….strong.
Almost as if we were running from a burning building. (Ha, I just crack myself up sometimes.)
The rush of fresh air hit me like a 2 ton semi, pouring itself into my happily receiving lungs…it felt amazing.
I glanced over to see how Iggy was faring, and chuckled a bit at the sight of him doubled over on the grass hacking out his brains. (Psh…and he was supposed to be the "rescue".)
Trying to suppress my laughter, I tapped his hand once again, letting him no it was time to jet.
And there we were.
Ascending into the breezy, non life threatening air……..freedom.