Chapter 93: The rescue
The smoke thickened even more as Dylan continued to move upward. He pressed a handkerchief over his nose and mouth. His every breath burned, and his eyes watered painfully, but he blinked frequently as tried to look around, hoping to see Ava.
There was no trace of her. Could she still be in the restroom?
Dylan rushed to the restroom. "Ava!" he called out, his voice echoing in the empty corridor.
Inside the restroom, Ava’s vision was hazy, and her breaths were shallow. She was on the edge of unconsciousness when a faint voice reached her ears. It was distant, muffled, but unmistakable.
She lifted her head slightly. "I’m here..." she tried to call, her voice barely a whisper.
Summoning the last bit of strength she had, she lifted a trembling hand, reaching out toward the door. She tried to knock, to make some kind of noise, but her hand dropped limply before it made contact. She could only blink weakly, hoping someone to appear and take her out of there.
"Ava!" Dylan cried out again as he finally came to the ladies’ toilet, but he found the door locked outside, proving that no one was inside. He didn’t know why he felt heavy in his heart as he looked at the closed door, his instinct asking him to open it and check inside.
He reached for the doorknob, but the metal seared his hand, and he pulled back with a gasp, clutching his burned palm.
"Ava! Are you in there?" he mused aloud. This time, he held the doorknob with the handkerchief and twisted it. With a click, the door opened. Thick smoke billowed out.