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Yellow Envelope

Dorians POV

As I grasped Darcy's hand with my own bloodied one I genuinely panicked internally. As much as I wanted to not have feelings towards him, there was something there. Something I had no control of and I don't know if I completely hate it.

I muster up the courage to give him a small smile right before I hear the distant sound of ambulance sirens. Soon enough I hear heavy running footsteps and I can't let go of Darcy's hand fast enough. 3 EMTs rush to Darcy and start addressing his wound before loading him onto a stretcher and lifting him up. I walk alongside the stretcher and Darcy turns his head and gives me a crooked smile before breaking out into spontaneous laughter.

"He's been given a very high dose of pain meds, so he might be a little loopy for a while." A very tall EMT tells me.

"Oh, okay"

I don't know if I should get into the ambulance with him or just meet him at the hospital. Oh shit I have to call Maple, and someone else to deal with the police and the 2 guys who were following us. Darcy gives me another wonky smile and I decide that I need to be there for him, so I climb into the ambulance with him. The ambulance starts and 2 of the EMTs start hooking Darcy up to a bunch of different machines and wrapping more gauze around the gunshot wound. The blaring siren starts and the ambulance jolts forward.

"Do you have any information about him like his blood type for transfusions or name so that we can look up his medical records?" The same tall EMT asks me.

"Um, no I don't know his name or blood type but I know that he's not from here, he's from the States so you probably wouldn't be able to look up his medical records anyways." I anxiously respond

The EMT gives me a quizzical look and asks "So you don't even know this guy's name and you decide to hop into an ambulance with him? Doesn't seem like something a stranger would do."

"Well, he's not a stranger. I know him, I work with him but I don't know his name. It's complicated" I respond wanting to keep the answer short so hopefully, I won't be asked any more questions. I immediately take out my phone and dial Maple to avoid another question from the EMT. The line trills a few times before Maple picks up.

"Hi Maple"

"Hi"

" So um, Darcy was shot while we were at a gallery. Non-fatally though, just in the shoulder. I presume it was by some guys who work for Black Ivy."

I can hear Maple audibly gasp on the other end of the line.

"Okay, please tell me you're on your way to a hospital" Maple asks

"Yes, yes don't worry I called 911 and we're in the ambulance on the way to the hospital right now"

"Okay, good. I'll have to get some information about Darcy to inform the hospital about his medical history and then I will meet you at the hospital." Maple says before hanging up.

As the ambulance speeds through the streets I sit tensely, just looking at Darcy sprawled out on the stretcher. His shirt has been cut open leaving his slightly tan and toned stomach exposed and his chest slowly rises and falls as he giggles a little and attempts to playfully poke one of the EMTs. I'll have to remind him of his high-on-pain-meds antics once he wakes up.

The ambulance comes to a sudden stop as it pulls in front of a beige brick building with the words emergency department plastered in red on the sliding glass doors.

The doors of the ambulance are flung open and Darcy is taken out on the stretcher, I follow as multiple things I don't understand are shouted at nurses and doctors.

"Gunshot wound to the left shoulder, substantial blood loss, emergency surgery is needed" The tall EMT shouts at a doctor.

Darcy, still in his delusional and giggling state is wheeled away in his stretcher behind a pair of heavy glass doors into what I am told is an operating theatre.

A nurse ushers me to sit down in the waiting room and wait for Darcy to come out of surgery.

I look down at my hands that are stained with Darcy's blood and dash to the bathroom. I quickly turn on the tap and watch as the water carries away some of the blood as it swirls down the drain in pink streaks. I scrub my hands vigorously with soap and water until most of the blood is gone. 

Once I'm done I look at my dishevelled reflection in the mirror, my hair is all over the place and blood is splattered on my blouse while half of my right sleeve has been ripped off. Mascara and eyeliner are smudged under my eye and I look like I'm ready to collapse. Not to mention I've literally done all of this shit in heels and my feet are killing me. In a feeble attempt to look half decent I try to straighten my skirt and smooth down my hair. 

I head back out into the waiting room and go to sit down. I check the time literally every 30 seconds and try to distract myself with the crappy magazines in the waiting room. Just as I'm halfway through an article about which colours look best on kitchen walls Maple hurriedly walks through the doors.

"Maple!" I exclaim.

"Where is he?" She asks

"They took him into surgery. I'm waiting for him to get out"

"Okay, after he's out I need to give the doctor Darcy's medical records" Maple says as she gestures to a yellow envelope in her hand.

Just as Maple finishes her sentence, her phone rings and she picks up.

" Hello? Yes, I'm here...No, I can't come back now... Ugh just let him be mad I really don't give a shit... Fine, fine I'm coming back." I hear Maple say into her phone.

"Okay, well they need me back at headquarters. The FBI officials are really pissed about this whole shooting incident. I need you to give these files to the doctor" Maple informs me.

"Yeah, okay I'll do it"

She hands me the yellow envelope and I sit back down in the chair. I have a slight urge to open this envelope. Just so that I can know more about Darcy, maybe I could open it just to see his real name. But, that would be wrong. I could just open it to see his name. No, no I can't do that.

I place the file beside me and pick up the magazine to continue reading about why I shouldn't have red-toned walls in my kitchen. I try to focus on the magazine, but I can see the yellow tinge of the envelope out of the corner of my eye and it's distracting me. I really just want to see Darcy's real name, it's not that heinous an act. Besides, if I don't open the envelope I might regret not doing it when I had the chance. I give into myself and pick up the envelope, I unfold the thin flap at the top and slide a sheet of paper out. The name written at the top is...

*Hehe cliffhanger :)

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On another note I had a dream about a guy I used to like last night, and now I'm just so confused about if I like him again or not. Comment with advice if you can relate :)*