Right

Sam rounded the corner to his right. He ran down another short hallway — this one was lined with black doors. When he reached the end, he found another set of double doors. Unfortunately, these doors were locked. He looked around and noticed a card reader near the frame.

So he had two choices, turn back or start searching these rooms for a keycard that may or may not allow him to continue. He looked back. From the blocked doorway, there were three doors on the left and two on the right. None of the doors were marked. In fact, so far he had not seen any signs at all, which seemed odd. This was supposed to be the same hospital lab where he'd been this whole time.

There was another factor. His hard cock, swinging free and stiffened by the camp's ****, was in serious need of some TLC. The adrenaline pushing him to run helped him ignore his urges, but now that he stopped he was horny as hell. He could tell it was clouding his judgment. He resisted the urge to jerk off — Dr. Vandersloot said he was "watching" — but he was going to need to find one of those challenges soon if he wanted to keep his no-jerk streak going.