She shifted. It was warm, soft, she was wrapped in comfort. She opened her eyes slowly and saw bright morning light pouring into a white room. She saw a small T.V. perched in the corner. She was still tired and the bed she was laying was so warm and soft. She began to gain a better sense of where she was. She was in a hospital. She looked at her arm and saw I.V. tubes running from the back of her hand to a suspended bag. She tried to move her other hand but it was strapped down to the bed. She pulled it and tried to slip her hand out. It was too tight. She heard voices outside. They mentioned her name. She began to panic. It was probably the police. They had found her weapons, credit cards, and fake IDs and they were going to arrest her and send her to a juvenile detention center. She would be stuck and her life would be over. She really began to panic and she started to kick at the bed trying to dislodge it somehow. She heard footsteps coming to the door. She stopped. Her hair was falling in her face. She wanted to be able to sit up straighter and fix her hair so she didn't look to insane, but her hands were bound. The door opened.
It wasn't the police. It was Bobby. She was not relieved. He walked over to the edge of her bed.
"How are you Bobby?" Linka said.
"Linka, I want the truth. What happened last night?" Linka tried not to look at him. He had the same ability her father had to make her feel guilty. She looked from side to side and kept her eyes focused on the ground. "Linka!" He said with a good amount of force.
"I" She paused. She couldn't tell him, it would break her promise. "I can't tell you." Her voice was heavy.
"What do you mean? There are a lot of people with a lot of questions for you missy so you better start talking." She knew that already.
"I would tell you if I could but I can't. I just can't" She was pleading now. She still looked at the floor. "I can't tell anybody. I can't. I was given an order." She was pushing the limits of what she could say. Bobby shook his head.
"If that is the way you want it, but rethink this. I can tell you it won't end well." He left. The door opened again. It wasn't the police. She knew this one. It was a young man with blonde hair and a soft face.
"Linka, you have to leave now." She looked at the restraints and they were no longer binding her to the bed and the IV was swinging from the pole. "You have ten minutes to get out of here." He turned and left the room. Linka pulled her clothes on and bolted from the room. The hospital appeared to be frozen People were standing still and she ran around them. She got to her truck and jumped in. Two minutes. She started the truck. It whined and groaned.
"No, no not now. Please not now." One minute. It just wouldn't turn over. When her time was up and the police were running for the hospital door it started she reversed and rammed into one of the police cars parked behind her. She knew her truck would not be too badly damaged so she put it in drive and tuned out of the lot. She pushed the limit of the truck as she made her retreat out of the town.
She was out of the town. She did not feel any better than she had when she was strapped down. She had left Bobby after she had basically lied to his face. She felt horrible. It didn't matter what she did, who she saved, or what she stopped, she could never look at Bobby or her Father and feel happy. She lied to them constantly. She had been told to. She sighed and kept driving. It was late and she was getting tired. She needed to find somewhere to park. Even though she had promised herself that she would not sleep in the truck bed again she had to. They would be looking for her. She turned down a dirt access road. She crawled into the bed of the truck trying not to hit her head on the cap. She surveyed her bags. Everything was still there. She rolled out the sleeping bag and lay on top of it. She was tired so she didn't bother to listen for anything. She simply fell asleep.
Knocking, someone was knocking. She rolled over and tried to ignore it. It got louder and was accompanied by someone saying her name.
