November 2009 Deadline Dames writing prompt.
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Reena’s hearts thudded against her ribcage with the insensible panic of a trapped creature seeking escape. She crouched deeper into the shadow of the loaded hospital cart pressing herself flat against the sterile wall panel and praying her white hospital suit blended enough for a casual room sweep.
Booted feet slapped dully against metallo floor panels. She stilled, holding her breath as the sound grew louder – Close…so close! – before finally dimming as the patrol passed.
She heard the slap of weapons against thighplates on that pass. They must be narrowing down their search.
Desperate, she lifted a hand and waved it in front of her face. Her slitted pupils contracted painfully as she forced them to focus and her hand left a glowing trail in her vision. Damn. The drug hadn’t worn off completely.
A radio squawked, a harsh voice barking orders to a guard she hadn’t even known was nearby.
She had to chance a jump. Worse than risky, drugged as she was, but she had to take the chance.
Closing her first set of eyelids, the shimmering curtain wavered in and out of focus. Firmly, she reached forward and grasped at the glow, fingers slipping against the not-fabric. She leaped.
“I’ve got her, sir!”
A hand on her foot. Her jump slowed, pressure warping her arms, her face, her body. Beads of glittering water formed on her suit, the curtain shredding under pressure. A rip and she was falling, her jump totally out of control.
Where would she land?