It was only Sang's second day in the hospital when she'd begun to get restless. She knew Matt had probably heard about the news of what had happened on the bus and he probably put two and two together, working out that she had been on that bus as it was the closest one to the warehouse. She knew he had probably tried to contact her over a dozen times but obviously she couldn't pick up or ring him back because of her busted phone. She contemplated over whether she should ask to borrow one of the guys' phones and call him but she didn't want to get Matt involved with them when this was supposed to be her mission only. He had to acknowledge that she would get out of this situation and would do so alone. When she had first been taken to the hospital she had found out from Gabriel that they had been on their way home from 'somewhere', which Sang knew was undercover talk for the warehouse, when they'd come to rescue her. They'd taken her to a private hospital that was owned by their organisation, or The Academy, which she now knew, and Sean had operated on her immediately, removing the bullet from her shoulder and tending to her gushing wound. She had lost so much blood that things weren't looking very optimistic at first, but they had managed to replace the blood she had lost by a donor and she had been slowly but surely recovering ever since. In essence, Sean had saved her life, and she felt indebted to him. The feeling made her a little uncomfortable as she was getting dirt on them and relaying it to TIBI when they had essentially saved her life. She felt guilty about this but felt slightly relieved when she realised she'd have no recording to show TIBI as her phone was long gone. She shouldn't have felt relieved but she did. Sang was so wound up in her own guilt for both parties that she felt like tearing her hair out. The task was never supposed to get this complicated. If only she hadn't been on the bus at that time none of this would have happened. She would have relayed the recording to TIBI, dished them out and finished the mission. It was only her place to do the undercover work and leave the repercussions to the rest of the organisation. Sang loved that part of her job, she was excellent at getting the information but wasn't very good at being confronted and facing the people she'd got it from. That was why there were so many specialised people in TIBI, as they all had different skills and strengths. Thinking on the brighter side she believed that everything happened for a reason and so she was exactly where she was supposed to be in that moment in time. She drew in a deep breath and let it out, calming herself and willing her shoulder to heal soon.
Sang was just dozing off when she smelt, rather heard the arrival of another person in her room. The air shifted slightly and she smelled the scent of Cypress invading her senses. She decided to keep her eyes closed and see what happened. The person was moving about the room, footsteps coming towards her. Her head was tilted to the right and her mouth slightly open. She felt a fleeting hand rest gently on her head and stroke away some hair that had brushed over her face. She stiffened at the contact and slowly opened her eyes, stunned by the nearness of the person standing above her. It was Nathan. His red hair stood out in the harsh fluorescent light and he had an owlish expression on his face. He removed his hand quickly as she looked up at him and he gave her a timid smile, like a child getting caught stealing from the cookie jar. Sang had known that he was curious about her and wasn't as accepting of her as some of the other guys. She smiled back at him, trying to put him at ease.
Nathan coughed before talking. "Hey. I just came to check how you were doing." He said.
"I'm okay. My shoulder still hurts though. I just wish it would heal already." Replied Sang softly.
"You just have to give it time. It'll heal eventually... remember it was an actual bullet that deeply impaled your skin, it wasn't just a graze or a scratch." Sang winced at his description but admired his frankness. He was giving it to her straight and not sugar-coating it like Sean would have done. She had to appreciate his candour.
He noticed her wince however, and added in softly, "we'll do whatever we can for you in the mean time, though. It's going to get awful boring you being stuck here for ages. Is there anything you want me to bring?" Sang found it a sweet gesture and decided to take him up on his offer.
"Don't worry, I know it was a deep wound but I hope it heals soon. And that's nice of you to offer. If I'm going to be stuck here could I at least have something to read or to listen to?"
"Sure thing. Any books or songs in particular?"
"I love classic literature - especially the Sherlock Holmes books, so anything like that would be fine, I guess. And as for music I think I'll need to have a chat with Victor about that." She chuckled lightly, thinking about the second piano lesson she would've had if she weren't caught up in the hospital. Nathan looked a little confused at her Victor comment but didn't question her further. She hoped she was making some progress with him and that he would soon trust her. He smiled and nodded at her request and stroked her hair once again before leaving, as if savouring the touch of her soft hair. Sang knew that she could win him over in no time. It was mainly just Owen who was the one to look out for, as he was the most sceptical and cynical of the group.
