The One

TWENTYTWO

He woke up,
it took him a moment to realize what was going on.

Teddy, Teddy was crouching beside his bed.

"W-what?" Morten gasped.

Teddy didn't speak but lifted his finger to his lips, indicating he should be silent.
Morten choked back his breath.
He could hear it now, through the darkness.

There were sounds of panic.

Teddy seemed to be waiting for something, probably if anyone had heard him?
Or was coming?

Them listening in silence felt like forever,
while the sounds of panic and banging increased but didn't get closer.

Then Teddy spoke, making Morten jump a little.
" Morten, can you walk? "

Morten looked around himself for a moment.
The pain killing anti-inflammatory was still besides his bed, he grabbed it and slid of the bed.

" Yes! " He said,
opening the little pot and sticking a good finger full of the orange-ish substance down his throat.

It was alright with a good chug of hot water.
But like this? It tasted like he imagined insects to taste.

He was still barely dressed and pushed the pot into Teddy's hands,
"I am good to go as long as you take this." He hissed.

Teddy took it, checking the lid.
" I don't know where your clothes are... " Teddy said sounding worried.

" Let's get somewhere safe first." Morten said,
slipping off the bed, cringing a bit.

Teddy nodded and turned, not towards the door but further in.

There was a little area Morten hadn't known about, an area with extra bed linen and such.
It had another door, that led down a narrow little hallway with more doors which led to a narrow staircase into a washroom.

Teddy gasped, making Morten jump again.
Was he extra jumpy?

"Your clothes!" Said Teddy and he ran to the other side of the washroom.

Morten, guessing this meant they were decently safe, asked,
"So you didn't come this way?"

Teddy shook his head holding up random clothes.

They didn't even throw out his shirt, it was clean but still featured the hole.
Morten looked around for his waist gear, his dagger must still be laying around the gardens but it had some other stabby tools.

"Put them on Morten, we don't have time... I think?" Teddy said,
his face had turned back to a fearful expression.

Morten ran over to him, grabbing them
He found his waist gear under them. He let out a few happy cursed.

Teddy had sprinted around the room, looking at a door.

"What is it?" Asked Morten,
walking up to him while buckling the belts on his waist gear.

Teddy looked around at him, "pretty sure this is the door the described. But.. you know, I'm not sure if it is and what's on the other side?".

Morten nodded, gestured Teddy to move and just yanked the door open.
It led into the dark night.

Morten looked at Teddy, his response positive.
"Go?" He asked.

Teddy nodded and actually sprinted out into the night.

Morten followed him.

It was a uncomfortable run, dark and on uneven ground.
Morten had been ignoring pain in his body but it got a lot harder as they went.