|Madman. (With a box.) (i_travel) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2011-01-15 16:52:00
|Entry tags:||in arkham, the doctor, winifred burkle|
An escape. (Fred)
The escape attempt had been days in the making. First, the Doctor had needed to locate the storeroom where the patients' personal effects were stored. Then he'd waited for it to be opened, given that he had no tools to pick the lock. Finally, jackpot: a new patient had been admitted and, in the three minute window during which access was possible, the Doctor snuck in and stole back his things. Once he had his screwdriver? Getting into the staff changing room was much easier. Sure, he could've tried to talk his way in, but he felt that would've been too suspicious. They'd have upped his dose, and that would've greatly hurt any future attempts.
Two sets of scrubs, coats, and badges later, the Doctor was ready. It would be nice to say that he'd picked Fred as a partner in his escape because he was fond of her, or because he was worried. True, he was worried about her, but he also didn't want their captors to get their hands on her work.
It was dangerous. And, if the right people were to see it, they'd be dangerous. Sure, the Doctor was concerned about the young woman, but he also had ulterior motives.
The escape had gone smoothly. They'd gotten dressed up, wandered down towards the staff entrance... and found that the security locks were more advanced than expected. The initial attempt to use the screwdriver didn't work, which would have been fine, except that the failed attempt to exit set off the alarms. The Doctor fiddled with the badges (and then the screwdriver, again). There were a few tense moments before they finally got out and broke into a run across the grounds and out into the City.
Fred had taken some convincing before she'd agreed to escape. She'd been worried about her friend Harry, and the Doctor had only managed to talk her into running after he'd promised that they'd come back. They'd come back for all of them, all of the falsely imprisoned. The smart, precocious little girl he'd met in the common space. Fred's friend Harry. The lucid eyes the Doctor saw in the hallways. All of them.
Twenty-four hours passed. The Doctor stayed close to Fred, watching for signs that the drugs were wearing off. He'd need her in full possession of her faculties. And, in the interim, he'd begun working on a plan.
They were going to break back in. He was determined.