Holding back a scream, the man grabbed her arm and asked where she was going. He stared at her as if he knew that she was trying to leave. Her heart began to pound and her pulse raced as the man's grip on her arm tightened "I said where are you going?" He growled at her. "I'm ... I'm... Looking for the elevator I just came to visit a friend and I don't know my way around. I think I'm on the wrong floor. Could you possibly point me in the right direction?" She hoped he would believe her lie and let her go. She could feel her heart in her throat making it nearly impossible to breathe. The man refused to release her arm. He barked out a command to move and then it hit Jordan why she had felt so uneasy about that nurse. She was no nurse. Terror rose in her as she tried to figure out a way to escape. The grip this man had on her arm was bruising and it would be hard to break. Her feet obeyed his harsh command and she began to limp back down the hall. "How had they gotten her here? She wondered. They couldn't have just wheeled her past the nurses' station. They passed another nurse in the hall that had come upstairs to look for a lost piece of equipment. The floor had been cleared out early that morning in preparation for updating the facility. They were working one floor at a time wing by wing. She took one look at Jordan's face and stopped the man. "Ma'am is everything all right she questioned." The short mousy girl looked from Jordan to the man holding her arm. His height was impressive and he was build like a football player. He loomed above Jordan and the nurse. "She's just fine. She was in a car accident with her friend a few hours ago and is still in shock." He told the nurse in a mater-of-fact tone that told her to mind her own business. The nurse looked from one to the other and decided that this was a matter left to security so she let them pass but went straight to her nurse's station to phone security to come and handle the situation.
Jordan wondered where he was taking her and tried to find an opportunity to free herself from his bruising grip. "You're hurting me and I'm sure that we look a bit strange walking down the hall with your hand crushing my arm. So if you don't mind I would like you to loosen your grip." She hissed at him under her breath. "I'm not about to let you go. I saw what you did to Vladimir and I'm not about to let you ruin my good looks, Cuz I got a date tonight and I aint gonna look like I been in some kinda dawg fight." He had a strong southern accent Jordan noticed. His accent was definitely unusual for this part of the states. Jordan didn't say anything more just kept walking where he led her, she was certain was going to be back to the room she had just come from. I have to figure a way out of this she thought. He was holding her arm pretty tight but if she started to act like she fainted then maybe he would loosen his grip or let go of her all together. Her pulse was racing as she went to put her plan into action. "I'm not feeling very well." She whispered. "Can we slow down just a bit I'm feeling like I'm going to get sick? That statement caught his attention because he slowed down. "Don't you puke on my shoes I done told you I gots a date tonight and I ain't gonna where no shoes you puked on." Jordan almost smiled at his broken country accent. She had heard it all her life and still found it funny to hear someone talk like they had been lost in the back woods of Tennessee somewhere. Controlling her smile she started to shake to add to the effect that she truly didn't feel well. The shaking part was easy as she was terrified out of her mind and her sugar was dropping to a dangerous level now. He stared at her and then decided it would be a good idea to release her in case she got sick. Jordan took that as her cue to shove him down and run like hell to the elevators. "Hey stop. Catch that lady she's trying to escape. She's a mental patient" Several construction workers had arrived and looked in her but seemed to preoccupied with other things and didn't make a move in her direction.