Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Where was she?
“Winter?” I called.
Was she in the bathroom?
I tried to walk, but the cords attached to me stretched taut.
Reaching down, I pulled all the plugs out of the wall, yanked
off my monitors, and slid out my IV, a stream of blood
following and spilling onto the floor.
“Fuck,” I mouthed.
Walking over to the chair, I stripped off the gown and
pulled on some jeans Banks brought, a T-shirt, and shoes and
socks.
“Winter?” I called again.
I looked around, not seeing a clock or my cell phone. I
couldn’t remember where I’d left it, but it was dark outside, so
I knew it was late. Or really early.
Stepping across the room to the bathroom, I knocked on
the door, straightening my back and not feeling as sore as I
thought I would be. Will was right, I guessed. It wasn’t that
serious.
When there was no answer, I opened the door, not finding
her in the bathroom, either.
I opened the door to the room and entered the hallway,
looking both ways for Winter or a nurse.
“Hello?” I called.
Where was everyone?
All the doors were closed, the corridor was dark, and the
only light I could see was from a desk up on the right.
I headed up to it, finding the chairs behind the nurses’
station empty.
“Hello!” I shouted, getting pissed off.
What the hell? It was the evening, but there had to be
someone here.