You start running as soon as your legs stop feeling like jelly, your knees finally bearing the weight of your athletic frame as they should. With two minutes to hide this time you start opening every door you see and closing them again. The doors being slightly ajar making them look like the door you had opened earlier but were unable to close. Then you dart, lungs screaming once more, legs pumping lactic acid through your veins making pain shoot sharply through your joints like arrows lancing through the weak flesh at the bend.
You continue your frantic dash and find a corridor filled with cabinets. Large wooden structures with enough room in each to fit two of you in. There are at least twenty cabinets, you open the door of the middle one, empty save for a thick pile of sheets. You bundle yourself in the sheets, linen scrapes your flesh uncomfortably. Your knees bend as they lower you to the cabinet floor. Your finger snake around the cabinet doors and you slam them towards yourself quickly and carefully, working hard to avoid your flesh being trapped in the door. You duck your head into the bundle and hide like a child under a pile of cheap servant linen sheets.
The smell is surprisingly fragrant, a soft floral scent emnating from sheets with calming intent. You let yourself inhale the sweet scent of flowery meadows and the slightly rough feeling of the laundry against your cheek reminding you of slightly dry grass. The material's slightly rough quality makes it almost comforting in the way a mother's breast is comforting to a crying babes. The strong scent of flowers making your head fog up and your brain turn mushy in a calm and lethargic kind of way, instead of the rough and shocking mush that the Guardian's kiss had made.
Your eyes slowly close, becoming heavy with sleep and exhaustion. Your joints lock slightly, becoming like a statue to keep your body hidden in the closet. Each breath making your eyelids lag and sway in the dance of exhaustion, the attack on your consciousness doesn't stop until your brain becomes too slow to fight the swirling sense of sleep that overtakes you. The soft lids of your eyes give in, snapping shut and your brain slowly shuts down, limbs remaining locked and tight while your head lolls and your brain goes blank in sleep.