Chapter 12
Susan and Mary left Sarah and closed the door. The walls were left clear and the two ‘patients’ were perfectly able to see each other. It went quiet and Tom and Sarah peered at each other across the void.
“What are they doing?” said Tom, knowing that the intercom would carry his voice to Sarah.
“Why are they making you into a baby, it is bizarre?”
Sarah started to speak but then remembered her mouth was full of a large pink dummy, she took it out of her mouth. “They are punishing me for having a fling with you. What are we going to do?”
“Can you get free of your harness?” asked Tom struggling to work his hands out of the leather cuffs that held him prone on his own bed. “I think I might just be able to free this hand”.
“No, I can’t reach the clips at the back of these reins and I can’t reach under the mattress to get to the other part of the straps”. She tried pulling the straps than ran over her shoulders in the hopes that she could slide out of the harness but the fitting was made by an expert and she could find no slack.
Suddenly there was a shout of joy “I have managed to get my hand out” Tom exclaimed and he quickly undid the other restraining cuffs, the lamb’s wool inside the leather giving him just enough slack to let himself free. In no time at all he was out of the bed and, fortunately for him, still dressed in his shirt and trousers that he had worn to see Sarah.
In the small locker by his bed he discovered his shoes and slipped them on his feet. His jacket was on a hook on the back of the door and this he put on. He carefully eased open the door and peered round to look up and down the corridor. His coast was clear.
He went in to the office in search of his personal effects and to see if he could find his keys. They were both in the desk drawer. Sarah looked at him from her bed, the bells jingling on her baby reins as she beckoned him with excitement. “Hurry up!” she implored him “get me out of all of this”
Tom left the office and went in to the ECT room where Sarah reached up to him with her arms.
“And how is my baby girl doing?” he asked grinning. She glared at him as Tom set about undoing her harness trying not to stare at her padded plastic pants enclosing the bulky terry nappy. He looked in the locker and on the back of the door, there was no sign of her clothes or any of her personal effects. “I cannot find any of you things” he announced “but I think I can find you a white coat” he said nipping back in to the office and finding one on the back of the door. He also managed to find some surgical slippers designed to go over the top of outdoor shoes.
Sarah put on the coat and thought about taking off the nappy and plastic pants, but being totally naked or ‘going commando’ did not seem to be an option. “I cannot go out like this” she said her legs bowed by the thickness of her protection.
“We have to move – NOW” said Tom beginning to become exasperated. Sarah waddled towards the door. They made it in to the corridor and Sarah started to make for the toilet door a door further along the corridor. “There is no time for that” explained Tom “we must go straight away”
“But I am desperate” groaned Sarah clutching herself
“You are wearing a nappy, so you will have to use it” Tom instructed.
They made it to the end of the corridor, Tom looked at the CCTV installed in the ceiling and prayed that nobody was looking at the monitors. He knew that there was a fire escape door just around the corner, but he also knew that this was alarmed and would trigger an audible warning if they pushed the escape bar. He also knew that there was a good-sized window in the waiting room and that the key to this potential escape route was hidden in a vase that stood on the sill.
The window was opened and Tom helped Sarah to climb out. The two of them made a frantic dash across the large lawn seeking shelter by the large hedge that ran along the side of the garden. The lawn was flooded by light as the security lights were activated by a proximity sensor. Desperate to get in to the shadows they ran as fast as they could along the side of the hedge and eventually made it to the iron gates that stood at the head of the drive. A small keypad barred them from their exit, but fortunately Tom knew the code and quickly tapped in the numbers. The gates swung open allowing the two of them to slip through and in to the lane.
Sarah was having trouble running in her thick nappies and her urgent need to go to the toilet was not making her life any easier. The heat of the moment, the thrill of the chase and the fear that was coursing through her body could only have one result – she wet her nappy.
Tom dragged her by the hand and as they made their way down the lane, Sarah’s nappy sank lower and lower dragging on her hips with the added weight of her accident. They eventually reached the small village that consisted of a few cottages inhabited by locals who had lived there for generations. It was supper time and most of the cottages were showing lights, so the two of them decided to knock on one of the doors and call for a taxi to take them to Sarah’s flat where with no keys they would have to break in.
Tom banged on the door and an elderly gentleman opened it, a serviette in his hand to show he was in the middle of his dinner. “I am so sorry to disturb you” he said “but I need to call a taxi. I can give you the money, I would have used my cell phone but I seem to have lost it”.
He panted out his words in short breathless sentences.
The old man looked at them, he looked especially hard at Sarah in her white doctor’s coat and certain he could see that she was wearing baby clothes underneath as one or tow of the buttons were not fully fastened.
“You go and sit in the front room” he said “while I get you a nice cup of tea and let you get your breath back. You come from the big house up the lane?” he asked kindly.
“Why yes!” gasped Sarah, “that is exactly where we have come from”
“You a doctor then?” the old man enquired
Sarah looked down at herself and then realised she might be showing a little more than she intended with her baby frock and special panties peeking out between the lower folds of her coat. “No, I am not a doctor, I was just visiting Tom” she said going red with embarrassment.
“Well you make yourselves comfortable and I will make a nice cup of tea and we can order you a nice taxi to get you on your way”. He gave the fire a prod with the poker and the embers grew to a healthy warming flame. He closed the door as he left and to their horror heard the key turn in the lock.
“’Ere Betty, I told you it was going to happen one day; we got a couple of nutters escape from the mental house up the lane. One of them is all dressed up as a toddler and got a nappy on and all sorts” he said “better get a move on though, I reckon she has wet it a lot already and we don’t want her leaking all over our sofa” he guffawed.
“Hello! Is that the mental house? I think we got a couple of your inmates come and pay us a visit”. A pause. “You are on your way. No that is alright, they are safely sitting by our fire, they won’t come to any harm. No, we locked the door, don’t you worry none”.
Tom and Sarah looked at the windows on the cottage, they were old sash windows with catches that had been painted over a dozen times. The last time these windows had been opened might not have been in his life time. He thought about breaking the glass and climbing through, but he realised that the game was up before it had even properly started.
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