''Open the fucking door!'' Beth shouted, banging at the iron gates of the holding cell.
Her eyes darted between Simon and the officers outside, panick flooding through her.
One of the officers came forward, his baton raised threateningly.
''What the fuck do you want?'' He spat out, eyeing Beth lustfully.
Beth pressed down the urge to puke, more concerned about Simon.
''Take him to the hospital please!'' She said, giving way so the officer could see the state Simon was in.
Instead, the sound of laughter reverberated through the room.
''Is this some kind of fucking joke?!'' He asked, his smile falling as he no longer eyed her hungrily but angrily.
''You fugitives always have tricks under your fucking sleeves. Don't you?'' He asked, anger brooding through him as he stepped closer to the iron bars.
Beth eyes him, her eyes bloodshot as anger flowed through her too.
She put her hands out and held him by the shoulder, pressing his face towards the iron bars.
