“Do you hurt anywhere else?"
His question seemed to inspire my whole body to ache on cue. “Everywhere else."
“I'm not shocked you hurt all over you took a pretty hard fall there. Just stay here while I make sure it's safe to go out, k?" he insisted.
“No argument here," I agreed weakly.
He shined the light around illuminating what was a small janitor's closet. It consisted of four gray concrete walls and four very sturdy shelves on each of the walls. The room was in disarray because of our hasty entry into it otherwise it looked highly organized. I was shocked to find the metal door had been no more than five feet in front of us this whole time.
With the stealth of a spy, he crept up to the door. Although his cautions seemed unwarranted since I wasn't sure anything on the other sid
