MI6 Academy

REALIZATION/MI6 Academy of Espionage-Vauxhall, London/2015 hours-September 17

About two weeks ago, I hurried to the Academy, the infirmary specifically. Only that time, they had beefed up security for me; a dozen MI6 agents were posted outside the infirmary and in, guns in hand.

When we arrived, I still couldn't move or speak. The new doctor didn't know how long it would last. He didn't even know if it was a severe case or not; he explained to us only time would tell.

Meanwhile, my heart was torn.

While I found out that I didn't kill the man, his heart wasn't currently beating. There were things they could do to jump start his breathing, but they said it was unlikely. Which means that I could potentially be a murderer; if he died, I didn't know if I'd ever recover from my case of Catatonia.

The doctor prescribed me benzodiazepines(the first-line treatment for Catatonia). All we could do was hope for the best. Plenty of people had recovered. The doctor figured I would be fine.

Since I then had Catatonia, I wouldn't be able to leave the infirmary; I had to sit there for days.

Now, I don't have it. I got better, just like the doctor said I would. I could walk and speak easily.

I was supposed to go straight to classes. But the doctor insisted I rest for a few hours to be safe.

Today was also the first day I could change my clothes. The doctor was supposed to be bringing my suitcase. (I still hadn't unpacked since I moved into my secure room; I fell asleep right after the principal left my room.) I had been stuck wearing a hospital gown for 14 days. I reeked.

The doctor arrived shortly. I changed into a shirt with beautiful bright blue flowers with bumbling bumble bees. It felt so good to be able to move. I had been sitting in that bed for over a week. Sure, I had started to move a few days ago, but it wasn't quite the same as now. I also got to put on some new shoes. The ones I had been wearing had begun to feel tight on my feet and I couldn't tell anyone that I wanted another pair. I got to drink water on my own time and got to eat food without someone else there trying to shove some more in my mouth. And, perhaps best of all, I could speak again. I could speak my thoughts again; and I had lots to say.

The doctor knocked on the door(he had left for me to have some privacy when I changed).

"Come in!" I called. I smiled at hearing the sound of my voice.

He opened the door and approached me with something I had completely forgotten to tell the principal about: the note that the attacker of my dormitory had somehow left behind.

"Does this mean anything to you?" he asked. "I found it in your suitcase a while back."

I shook my head. He turned around on his way to the trash can, completely unaware of its importance. After all, I had shook my head, but I only did it so I could investigate on my own.

"Nevertheless," I said quickly. "I'll have a look."

He came back over to me and handed me the note.

"An elephant is outside, stepping on a mouse," he said.

Or at least, that's what I thought he said. I was too busy trying to understand what the note meant. It appeared to have been a locker combination. I felt like I recognized it, but it didn't belong to me. This was someone else's locker number. I tried to think if I knew another.

"Hey," the doctor said as he tried to get my attention. "You can leave now if you want."

I looked back up at the doctor, with excitement in my eyes. I was finally going to be free.

I got up from the bed, grabbed my suitcase, and bolted out the door, the mysterious note in hand. I ran to Kim's room, desperate to see her. She wasn't in class; they all had ended.