-- a nightmare , of things looming outside the hospital window, peering inside. Watching, always watching him, of the few good people he'd known inside those walls being turned into not-themselves. Being turned into remind-me-your-name-again.
Forgetting, being forgotten. For Rodger it was a blessing and a purpose.
And he woke, shot up in bed. Some underwater noises, someone calling his name. Tim's name. The sound dulled beneath his racing heart.
"'m fine." Tried to remember how Tim spoke nowdays, he wasn't thirteen and terrified anymore. Felt the stubble on his face. Tim hadn't needed him for a while. Good.
But. But he was needed now. The one thing Rodger was best at-- fight or flight. Getting away, away, away.
He crossed to the door of this strange room. A hand on his shoulder. He tensed. The man-in-the-woods trying to drag him away? He tried the door handle, a small satisfied nose, a strangled little laugh as he found the doorknob turning, the door unlocked and opening!
So rarely was he anywhere the door was unlocked. Hope, as warm as the sliver of bright light through the door, filled his chest. The doctors must have left it undone. He could go, he could leave and run away. He slipped out the door and started running.
The hallways were carpeted, not tile. The doors he passed were all decorated and interesting. Oh. Where was he? Certainly not a hospital.
Rodger ran, looking for an exit. A stairwell, a door, anything.