Mr.Trillionaire and Miss Runaway Convict

Chapter Thirty Three

Saira SwitzJefferson:

We make our way to the Warrior's Hospital Wing,my shaky feet slowing us down as I put my weight on the cane.

Zoe matches my pace and I catch up on what has been happening Underground in my absence.

"So Mom and Dad have really cooled the tension and everything's stable.The only thing that's annoying is that I keep getting paired up with Xander."

That shakes me out of any thoughts of how badly the trillionaire must be hurt and I ask out loud,
"Don't tell me you are still pretending you don't like him."

Her mouth falls open,her sparkling blue eyes wide open as she shakes her head furiously,
"I don't pretend to not like him.His mere existence is annoying."

Rolling my eyes,I give out a sigh.

"We all know how this story turns out,Zoe."

"Yeah how?"

Looking at the huge opaque entrance door of the Warriors' Hospital Wing a few feet away from us,I clutch my cane and force my trembling legs to walk faster,
"In a few months or so,Xander will ask you out and I will find you two glued together and going on car rides every weekend.
And yes,I did hear Xander call you love."

Ignoring Zoe's hysterical blabbering of denial,I make my way closer to the Hospital Wing and try not to dwell too much on how the last time I saw Ethan was basically in a bloody field full of corpses.
Where death would have surely welcomed us with open arms.

Biting down a shiver,I motion Zoe to push the doors open as all my strength is put on gripping the cane hard,while trying to simultaneously maintain my posture and not just plop down on the polished floor,like I really really want to.

We enter the Warriors' Hospital Wing and my eyes immediately scan the whole circular room to see all the beds filled with Underground Warriors.

Trying to not think of where Ethan's bed is,we first head to the closest bed,Zainab,the Leader of Underground Warriors and notice she's already sitting straight with a smile,giving off a regal aura.

Zoe slides a chair at me and I sit down grateful,my aching muscles finally being able to rest.
Leaning the cane against the wall,I turn my attention to Zainab,someone who I have worked with and fought side by side for so many years,so many heists.

Her eyes are as black as marbles,and one would think she has moonlight pooled in those eyes,because of how much it sparkles.
And I take in her bandaged arms and wrists,the blanket covering her legs,band-aid on her forehead.

Looking at her,I smile ruefully,
"How come you still manage to look good after being in the receiving end of an explosion?"

She laughs,a clear booming sound that has all the other patients glancing our way,
"Well,I guess staying beside the biggest criminal prodigy has taught me how to go all out."

Before I can say anything,Zoe bursts out,
"Zainab,are you hurt?Of course you are.I know this is like the seventeenth time I am saying this but-

With her bandaged hand coming up in the air,she stops her.
And surprisingly Zoe become quiet.

I let out a scoff,
"Only you would be able to shut Miss Zoe-always-blabbering-McDazzle up."

Zainab lets out a pleasant laugh,
"Please,no more apologies.I might get even more sick if I have to listen to one more apology."

I nod in agreement,
"We can't really change what has already happened you know.Zoe took a risk and it paid off.At least everyone made it out alive."