Ice-Cold Grip

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I was on the ground floor of the old section of hospital and the call was to the far end of the top floor of the same section. I ran up 5 flights of stairs to bring me to the right floor but the wrong side. I had to pass through a massive abandoned ward that was completely pitch black to get to the ward I wanted. I sprinted down a long dark corridor, huffing and puffing I nearly smashed into an elderly lady. She grabbed my arm, I'll never forget how ice cold her grip was - "how do I get out?" she said. I pointed towards where I had just come from and told her to get into the elevators. I continued my sprint.

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