Re: [In the warehouse.]
[She bites her lip bloody when Jason pulls the feed out, and she fights with the restraints as they're undone, bruised wrists and ankles caked with blood from fighting against them. She yanks the blindfold off as she sits up. She knows the voices. Not panicking. Not panicking.
She's sedated, but not enough to keep her from moving, and she holds onto the gurney and flips behind it. She backs away from them, and she looks at that IV pump, which is still loaded with god knows what.]
They were here a second ago. I heard them. [She doesn't trust the shadows, and she backs toward the window.] Let me go. Just let me leave. I need to be alone. I'm fine. I just need to be alone. [Windowsill right there.]