“I can’t,” I said, remembering what the student nurse had said “You might get worse, you have to be here atleast 24hours”

“No, Julie,”he said to me. They haven’t taken my fingerprints yet, I need to get out of here,before they do. They will find my name,go to the Diner, the hotel and who knows what they will think of that 10,00 dollar bank loan. And If Caine gets word of this, which he will we are both screwed.”

I wanted Sawyer to be wrong but, he wasn’t.  Who knew what Caine would do, if he found out about this. I didn’t want Sawyer in jail and if he was going I was too now.

“Okay,”

“Alight you have the lock pick, right ?”

“Yes,” I said

“Okay, lie in the bed next me and try to pry the cuffs off, don’t make it obvious.”

I followed his orders and got into the bed and tried fiddling with the lock.

“I think you should know,  I am willing to consummate our marriage and raise a baby on my own. We don’t have to do this.” I said, as I searched for a whole in the handcuffs.

“No, that is not an option. Do you really think Caine is going to let you live on the commune knowing what you know ? He is not winning this.”

This was about wining now ?

I heard the guard walking towards us.

“Miss ?” he said

“Oh, is this not okay ?, ” said Sawyer,”Sorry,”

“If you two could just  . .  .” the  guard said.

I felt something give in the handcuffs. I got out of the bed and apologized as the guard went back to his place.

“What now ?” I asked.

“Okay, here’s is what you have to do. You call my pharmacist friend, have him show up in his medical coat and he will tell the guard to leave, during which we will leave out the window.”

“Are you going to make it out a window ?”

“You’re right, you find a wheel chair and we will go out the back.”

“How can we trust the pharmacist ?”

“I trust him”

I went into the lobby  and called, the pharmacist and told him what Sawyer wanted him to do.

 I made  a few rounds of the hospital before I  found a wheelchair and wheeled it in to the lobby. I waited in the lobby and he showed up in a white coat. He gravitated to me, like he had seen me before.

“Juliana ?” he asked

I nodded.

He was older than I thought he looked too dignified and professional to do drugs.

We walked into the room and he  walked up to the guard.

“Sir, I need to be alone with these patients, now.”

“I’m sorry I can’t I’m on order from the Miami—“

“So am I, sir.” He continued. “I put my license on the line  but, I need to open a wound and you really aren’t sterile enough. It will only be 5 minutes you can wait outside.”

The guard seemed hesitant

“If I need you I will call you, I promise.”

The guard seemed to take that for an answer and walked out of the room.

Sawyer shook of the cuffs and with a little help got into the wheelchair.

All 3 of us exited out the back door in the room

Sawyer gave the pharmacist directions to the Inn and he drove us there.

I never felt happier to be in that room.

“Hey,man” he said, to Sawyer “I put my job on the line.”

Sawyer told me to get 2 of the bags from the duffel bag for the man. I wanted to refuse but I did it.

I was done arguing

We finally settled in the room.

And silence took over. I had so many things to ask and to say but Sawyer was already putting clothes on and taking pills.

“Is that meth ?”

“No” he said offended, “It’s pain medication”

“oh.”