“Nice to meet you too,” Miles said sarcastically, to which Caspian elbowed him in the side. They didn’t have time for formal greetings when they were racing against the clock. As soon as Harry got to the mansion and discovered Jacob had never left nor given him a call to leave the hospital, the whole building was going to be swarming with soldiers. They had to get out before that happened and put enough distance between them that the city guards wouldn’t be able to catch up. None of them were safe until they were long gone.
“We’ll be fine as long as we move fast,” he assured Iris when she voiced her concerns. Everything she said was valid. If they were caught, his friends would be charged with treason, she would probably be executed, and even he most likely wouldn’t be immune from the consequences just because he was royalty. His father might even be livid enough to have him sent to the penitentiary for a while as punishment for trying to rescue a member of the rebellion. However, he couldn’t think about any of that right now. He had to believe that they were going to get away and that their efforts weren’t all for nothing.
“I’d better be sure, because it’s too late to back out now,” he smiled at her lopsidedly. “We’re already here, and we’re not leaving without you.” At his side, his two friends nodded their agreement. Even though they didn’t know her as well as he did, they had committed to the plan the night before. They were all in it together, no matter if they sank or swam.
As Iris climbed down from her bed, Jay stepped back over to the door to keep watch, and Miles placed himself by her side in case she needed someone to lean on while she was still shaky on her feet. Cas would have done so, himself, if he wasn’t already unstable too. All the running around they were doing was making his injured leg sore, so he simply stayed close by instead. “Then it’s a good thing we’re not real doctors,” he joked in response to her comment, pulling his mask back up over his mouth and nose.
“Someone should go get that gurney,” Jay reminded them as he peered through a thin crack in the door. “There’s no one in the hall right now. Want me to do it, Cas?”
The prince glanced toward him and opened his mouth to respond, then paused as something else caught his attention. Dropping his gaze to the floor, he noticed belatedly that the bed Iris had been laying on had wheels. He lifted his hand thoughtfully to his chin, supposing he should have realized hospital beds were mobile. Nurses needed to move patients around all the time. “Actually, I don’t think we need one,” he mused, looking up at his friend again and then turning to Iris. “Lay back down and get under the sheet. We’ll wheel you out to the back door.”
“I can help if you need me to,” Miles offered to her, the corners of his eyes turning upward slightly as he flashed a friendly smile behind his mask.
“Just move fast,” Jay advised them from the door. “I don’t know how much longer this hallway will be clear, and we don’t want anyone to see us take her from this room.”
“We’ll be fine as long as we move fast,” he assured Iris when she voiced her concerns. Everything she said was valid. If they were caught, his friends would be charged with treason, she would probably be executed, and even he most likely wouldn’t be immune from the consequences just because he was royalty. His father might even be livid enough to have him sent to the penitentiary for a while as punishment for trying to rescue a member of the rebellion. However, he couldn’t think about any of that right now. He had to believe that they were going to get away and that their efforts weren’t all for nothing.
“I’d better be sure, because it’s too late to back out now,” he smiled at her lopsidedly. “We’re already here, and we’re not leaving without you.” At his side, his two friends nodded their agreement. Even though they didn’t know her as well as he did, they had committed to the plan the night before. They were all in it together, no matter if they sank or swam.
As Iris climbed down from her bed, Jay stepped back over to the door to keep watch, and Miles placed himself by her side in case she needed someone to lean on while she was still shaky on her feet. Cas would have done so, himself, if he wasn’t already unstable too. All the running around they were doing was making his injured leg sore, so he simply stayed close by instead. “Then it’s a good thing we’re not real doctors,” he joked in response to her comment, pulling his mask back up over his mouth and nose.
“Someone should go get that gurney,” Jay reminded them as he peered through a thin crack in the door. “There’s no one in the hall right now. Want me to do it, Cas?”
The prince glanced toward him and opened his mouth to respond, then paused as something else caught his attention. Dropping his gaze to the floor, he noticed belatedly that the bed Iris had been laying on had wheels. He lifted his hand thoughtfully to his chin, supposing he should have realized hospital beds were mobile. Nurses needed to move patients around all the time. “Actually, I don’t think we need one,” he mused, looking up at his friend again and then turning to Iris. “Lay back down and get under the sheet. We’ll wheel you out to the back door.”
“I can help if you need me to,” Miles offered to her, the corners of his eyes turning upward slightly as he flashed a friendly smile behind his mask.
“Just move fast,” Jay advised them from the door. “I don’t know how much longer this hallway will be clear, and we don’t want anyone to see us take her from this room.”