Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

04. Being Triggered

CHAPTER 4: Being Triggered

I stare at his leg as the cast is wrapped around it. He woke up an hour ago, eyes immediately looking for me, yet he hadn't said a word, which is so unlike him, but I didn't harbour on it, even when the doctors turn to him and instruct the time he needs to keep the cast on, what he should and should not do, like train. The drugs he needs to be on. Aaron stares at me the entire time as the door opens, revealing Tobias, Branson, Madison, Samsara, Reynolds and Harrison step inside slowly, "How's he doing?" Madison asks, looking at me.

When I don't say anything, just lean my elbows on the bed next to his thigh, the doctor turns to them, "He'll be fine in the next few weeks with the cast. The bone reformation at his wrist was successful. He'll need to be on antibiotics for a while and Samsara, I'd suggest he stick to staying in his apartment here, any wrong movement and he could tear his anterior tibialis, which is the closest tendon to the bone broken. He'll need rest and to keep his nutrients up." He says to her, nodding as he steps past into the other room with x-rays.

It's silent in the room. I stare straight forward, only now realising just how different they are, they can't reform bone in seconds, the moment he said a few weeks, I knew I could 't wait that long for Aaron to heal, let alone do anything else. I grab my phone roughly, "Olive." Aaron says to me.

I hold up one finger and dial a number I never thought I'd use. I wait as it rings, "Candidate number identify." It says on the other side.

I remain tense, "Candidate Eight, district Phoenix, reporting for bone reformation drug inducers. Tearing of the superficial muscles of the right lower leg. Need immediate bone and muscle reformation." I say, stoically.

"Drone coordinates are listed, section of drug injections thirty-three minutes to destination. Anything else?" It asks me, computer orientated.

"No, send coordinates to phone." I say to it.

"Sent coordinates, will notify when in range, section building Phoenix on roof. That will be all." It says, before ending the line, I end the call and narrow my eyes at the glass window in front of me.

"What did you just do?" Tobias asks me, slowly.

They all stare at me. I flick my eyes over my shoulder, "His leg will be able to heal before tomorrow. Candidate One knew I'd give the call, he broke your fucking bones on purpose as a new way to track where the Continuum are sending their drones." I spit lowly, glaring down at his leg.

"Why? He will heal in a few weeks." Madison says to me, furrowing her eyebrows.

I clench my jaw, "He's safer with me than alone and I have missions that require travelling, see to it that he stays put for now, while I get this fucking Candidate of mine sorted." I growl lowly, strutting my way through them, as if on a war path as I move swiftly down the hall.

"OLIVE!" Aaron yells for me, trying to stop me.

I step towards the main mat where Candidate One appears to be training with Candidate Four, they pause when they see me. I wring my fist out and slam it straight against Candidate One's temple. Four stands there, wide-eyed as One yelps and slams down on the mat. It echoes, causing everyone to look this way, "You son of a bitch." I spit at him.

He shakes his head on the mat, "I knew you'd make the call. You're welcome by the way, we have another way to track them, is this not proof I'm on your side." He grunts out, standing slowly as he stares me down. I gesture to Candidate Four that he back off the mat. I could scent and almost feel Tobias and Reynolds holding Aaron up as they step into the main room.

"Get her back here." Aaron says, gritting his teeth.

"She's kind of in full damage control mode, dude. Plus, I kind of want to see this." Branson says to him, folding his arms as the crowd gets bigger, agents along other mats watching.