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   Chapter 42 41. I'd watch my back if I were you

Agent 1 (Book 3) By Quidam13 Characters: 13445

Updated: 2018-11-13 22:48

Thirteen's POV

I've never liked hospitals, but I've never disliked them either. Mostly I don't care to be in one and really, who does?

There aren't many good reasons to be in a hospital.

Yet here I was, sitting in an uncomfortable chair, next to the hospital bed, surrounded by white walls, tiled floors, and nurses running in and out of the room and continuously trying to have my wounds professionally looked over.

Apparently, Lily stitching me up and administering an antidote isn't something recommended by doctors.

But she needed to be kept awake, so she needed something to do. Though I'm pretty sure I'll have to have some of the wounds re-stitched in the near future since her head was pounding and she wasn't entirely able to focus. I don't really care though, for now, it's fine and I'll take care of everything else permanently later.

"Do think I'll get in trouble if I start using the diagrams on the walls as targets?"

I turn my head to look at Lily who's got her legs thrown over one arm of her chair, and her back pressed against the other. She's staring at the ceiling.

"Do you really need an answer to that?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "I'm so damn bored though, " She mutters. "How long am I supposed to be staying awake again?"

"Technically you can go to sleep. I just have to wake you up periodically to make sure you're alright."

She frowns, her gaze still fixated on the ceiling. "I don't like that option either." She swings her feet to the floor and sits upright in the chair. "I need my beauty sleep and you waking me up every so often doesn't equal beauty sleep for me."

I just nod. I can feel her watching me.

"You still haven't told me what happened, " She says as she watches me.

I lean back in my chair. My gaze on his pale face. My jaw clenched. "Nothing to tell, " I state firmly.

She continues watching me. "I'm calling bullshit on that one since, before I lost conciousness everyone one was bullet hole-less." She waves her hand at me. "But I'll drop it for now."

She changes the subject. "You look like you need caffeine, " She says simply. "More importantly you should probably eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'll never forgive you if you starve to death and leave me all alone."

I give her a flat look.

She looks over her shoulder at the door and then to Sam lying in the hospital bed. "Go get some food. I'll call you if there's any change."

I shake my head. She narrows her eyes at me.

"Go, or I call Henri, " She threatens.

I let out a sigh. "Fine, " I mutter as I get to my feet. "I'll be back in a little bit."

"I know." She waves me off.

I walk out of the room and down the hall, dodging nurses and doctors who still insist on checking me over. I wave them off and glare at a couple of the more persistent ones.

"Clearly you haven't been given any drugs. You'd be much more mellow if that were the case."

I turn to face Zack. I look at his arm that's been put in a sling. "How's your arm?" I ask him.

He shrugs. "Could be worse. Broken and I'll be in a cast for a while, but I won't be needing surgery." He grimaces. "Unlike Sam's. How is he?"

I shake my head. "No change. He's been stitched up, his arm put in a cast, and given antibiotics as well as blood transfusions." I shrug. "Doctors say he could go either way at this point."

Zack nods. "I was actually coming by to see you, " He says. "I wanted to. . . I wanted to thank you."

I frown in confusion. "What? Why?"

He looks down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with me. "Garrett, " He says softly. "I know. . . well, he's put you through hell. You had every right to. . . but you didn't and I just-I guess I-"

I put my hand on his shoulder. "You wanted Garrett dead, " I state. "But you didn't want your brother to die."

He blows out a long shaky breath. "Yeah." He runs his hand through his hair. "Stupid I know."

I shake my head. "No, it's not. I almost forgot that even though he has put me-put all of us-through he

" He grimaces. "It's probably not going to go all that well for me, but I might be able to accomplish pulling his head out of his ass for him."

I smile, amused. "I have no doubt you could do it." My expression turns serious. "I ran into Zack in the hallway, " I tell him. "How does he seem to you?" I ask. I want to make sure he's alright.

Devin gives me a flat look. "He was flirting with the nurses last I checked." He waves off my concern. "He's fine."

A wheelchair is suddenly crashed into the end of the table. Devin and I both jump and Lily climbs out of the wheelchair and takes a seat next to Devin.

"I was trying to call you, " She says as she snatches the sandwich from Devin and takes a bite of it.

Devin looks from his hands to the sandwich and then scowls at Lily. She gives him a death glare back.

"Why do you have a wheelchair?" He asks her.

"Well, the patient down the hall wasn't using it."

"Sam?" I question her, ignoring her and Devin's conversation. Dread beginning to seep in.

She nods. "But not what you think. I got kicked out of the room while the doctors went in to change out bandages and clean the wounds again." She shakes her head. "Still no change though."

I nod, getting to my feet. "I'm going to head back up, " I tell her.

"I figured you'd want to, " Lily says. "Though you should really be resting yourself. You took an enormous beating and are riddled with cuts, not mention the bones you've likely fractured. I could frighten the nurses into bringing another hospital bed into Sam's room."

I smile. "Thanks for the offer Lily, but I'll be fine."

She mumbles something into her sandwich. Something along the lines of getting Henri to drug me into sleeping. I narrow my eyes at her and she widens hers in innocence.

I shake my head and walk down the hallway to the elevator, going back into Sam's room. I stand in the doorway and stare at his sleeping form, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. I let out a sigh and take the seat next to his bed.

"You better wake up soon, " I mutter. I reach my hand out and take his, squeezing lightly. "I'll never forgive you if you don't, " I whisper. "And I'd miss you."

I keep my hand in his and stare at his face, watching for any indication that he's waking up, but I get none. His breathing remains constant, but a little ragged, and the heart monitor beeps steadily. Nothing changing.

"I can't lose you, " I whisper. "I won't."

I stare down at my lap, but my head snaps up and my gaze flies to his face when I hear the words barely spoken louder than a whisper.

"Care to repeat that? I didn't hear it. Must have had my hearing aids off. . ."

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