Fred Bench had woken up in a hospital room, which the smell had given him the idea of where he was. He shot up, panic-stricken as he snapped his head around urgently as if to make sure no one was seeing him in this embarrassing state.
He calms himself down as he heard the monitor next to him start to beep frequently; he needed to stay calm.
Looking down at his hospital gowns, he located his watch somewhere on his left hand and checked the time; 4:57 AM, it said.
He lay back down, trying to relocate everything that happened the previous night. It had all happened so fast and if Axel knew anything about his failed captures, he would totally burst and, perhaps, kill him.
The door handle cracked and creaked open, the shadow of a man came into the room, slowly. His face was kept in the shadows as his fingers felt the walls for the light switch. Fred was trembling like never before as he tried to sink back into the headboard of the cool hospital bed.
"You're scared, now, are you?" came a strong British accent. Fred gulped; "Uh, no, please, no- It wasn't my fault, sir, I've tried my best to- to get them all in, but they've got help, sir! They have!"
The tall man raised his hand in the air, "Sh, Bench, I haven't come here to hear your blithering apologies; I want to know exactly how you couldn't capture four mindless teenagers with the help of a military expert on your side!?"
Fred gulped, "Um, Alvin? Oh, he was er- knocked out cold- I was the only one staying behind- I nearly did it, sir, I NEARLY-"
"I DON'T WANNA KNOW HOW YOU NEARLY DID IT!" the man roared, making Fred flinch horribly. The man's breathing hardened as he inched closer; "You be horrified you survived, Bench. If I were you, I'd just die in that kid's punches. You just wait... you'll be gettin' it, Bench. You will..." He sank back out the door, closing it behind him with a snap.
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About three rooms down, Selena lay in her hospital bed, the white sheets covering her legs also covering the wound where the bullet had hit. Her eyes fluttered open as the hospital ceiling came into view. The window at the end of the room showed that the sun was starting to dawn.
At the foot of her bed, there laid someone's head, which rested right next to her calf. He was breathing subtly, his back mounting up and down as he did so.
The figure was so calm and satisfying, it made Selena stare at it for about a whole minute, until it grunted and awoke with a sharp sit-up. It was Nick.
He stared around, "Bad dream," he mumbled to himself, and once again tried to lay down to sleep, but realized that a set of eyes were staring at him from the top of the bed. He froze, unable to say anything.
Selena chuckled, "Why're you doing that? You look like you've just seen a ghost!" she said, her voice weak, but she managed to make it cheerful. Nick choked out a laugh, "Uh, yeah... well, you kind of were dead for the past few hours; are you feeling okay?" he asked, reaching for her hand.
Selena nodded, "I feel... fine. I guess I should be glad it wasn't through my upper body; I would've felt horrible." Nick nodded, "Just your leg... you hungry? Or thirsty?"
Selena shook her head, but shrugged, "Well, I could do with some water- where are the others?" she asked, looking around the room.
"They're just across the hall," he said, getting up from his seat for the night stand, where a tray of water and tea stood. He grabbed a cub and a bottle and made his way back to Selena's bed, screwing the bottle open with such difficultly.
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The Fabulous Fours: Parisian Pursuit | Book 1
Humor"Four strangers, one mission: Navigate Paris's shadows, overcome clashing agendas, and unite or fall." This was the origin of The Fabulous Fours. +++++++++++++++++ Selena, the lone sister in a household teeming with brothers, has always been resilie...
