I glanced around - all I saw were other patients, nurses and doctors rushing about. None of them were looking in our direction – it was like we didn't exist to them. I exhaled and put my head in my hands, the ache from before subsiding.
“What are you looking for?” I asked him.
Graham's eyes narrowed, but not at me. They were searching behind my left shoulder, where the elevator was. He didn't say anything, which I guess meant I should stop asking questions. Slowly, he relaxed, then looked at me.
“It's okay,” he said quietly. “We're okay. They can't come in here. I never understood why that was, but I guess we're lucky.”
I hesitated before I tried again, knowing he might not answer. “Who are they?”
“I don't know,” he said as he slipped from the table. “I've never really known. They were after me for a long time, too. I think they're trying to recruit people with supernatural abilities.”
“That sounds like something from a movie,” I told him.
He grinned briefly. “It sounds absurd, doesn't it?”
He nodded. “Almost like someone who was brought back from the dead and gained an ability herself.”
I bite my lip.
“So, are you going to let me know when they're after me each time?”
He considers it. “Maybe. Will you go see Dr. Mitchell?”
“He isn't going to let me out,” I replied. “Least of all to someone I don't know? He knows we're not related, and I'm pretty sure I need a guardian's signature to get out of here.”
He smirked. “I think I can help with that.”
It took twenty minutes and I was in my room getting what little objects I came in with - a cell phone, an ID, and a pocketknife. That was the most interesting thing I carried with me, and no one ever asked about it. Maybe because they knew why I had it with me.
The hospital was close to my house, that much I knew. And close to home meant close to him; the man that had been taking girls my age for over a month. No one knew anything about him, even the police were puzzled. No bodies had turned up, and that was a good sign.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Graham stood there, two cups of coffee in his hands. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Hey, nice knife. They didn't take that from you?”
“I'm not a cutter,” I told him. “It's for protection.”
“Against what?” he asked.
“It's not what, it's who.” I glanced at him. “Have you heard about the kidnappings that have been going on?”
He nodded. “I've been watching the news. I assume you live near where it's happening.”
“You assumed right,” I said, walking toward him. “Can we go now?”
“We can go anywhere you want,” he told me, moving aside.
I'd have to remember to thank him later for getting me out of here. I just didn't realize 'out of here' meant into a different world entirely.
I wasn't normal anymore.
I was something new.