Chapter 95 - Elevator To Hell

Salvar and Silas stood frozen for a beat, their faces caught somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion, as they watched the two men seize the handles of Patrick's wheelchair and take off down the corridor at a sprint. One of them ripped the IV line from Patrick's arm without slowing down, the plastic tubing snapping free and spraying a fine mist of saline into the air. Patrick yelped, more from shock than pain, and then he was gone, racing away from them in the grip of two kidnappers who clearly had no intention of stopping.