The Slip-Up

Chapter 4

Novas POV

The unwelcomed light blinds me.

Even with my eyelids closed I can still feel the harsh glaze thats ought to be blinding.

Sighing heavily I place my elbow over my eyes, and force my eyelids open, slowly I start to myove my elbow away from my eyes and an attempt to get used to the glare.

Once my eyes are somewhat used to the light, I examine my surroundings, Bare white walls, a small chair, and the faint smell of disinfectant.

Oh great...

A pain shoots up my leg, leaving a trail of fire in its path. I cringe at the feeling.

The feeling was as if a burning rod of metal was plunged into my leg and was left there to burn out.

With a loud groan I sink back into the hard mattress.

As a distraction I listen the the transfusion machine counting the drips of medicine.

1

2

3

4

5-

Only to be interrupted by the sound of an all too familiar voice, "I swear it's not in my head this time I really heard it I know she's awake, just please trust me."

Callum

Did he show up that night?

Who found me?

I quickly close my eyes, and attempt to calm my breathing, I'm not ready to let people know that I'm awake yet.

"Excuse me Sir you can't go in there," a loud female voice replies.

I hear the sqeak of the door opening, and a pair of quiet footsteps that carefully make their way up to my bed

All is quiet for a moment, until a soft sigh echoes through the room.

"What's wrong? I thought you said she was awake?", The nurse cockily hums.

"I know what I heard, she must have passed out or something, it has been 2 weeks, how much longer does she need?", Callum whsipers gently.

As I listen to the low tone of his voice, I hesitate before keeping my eyes closed.

"Well given the amount of blood she lost, and the damage done to her leg, at first I thought she was a goner, but look at how far she has come, I'd give about a week max for her to wake up, though I wouldn't be surprised if she woke up in a matter of hours," the nurse states.

"And what if she doesn't wake up," Callum asks silently.

It's as if I can feel his eyes staring my face, waiting for a sign, a simple movement that will show him that I will be ok, but I am careful to stay perfectly still.

"Well if she doesn't wake up, then I'm afraid that there is nothing we can do about it. Now if you'd excuse me Mr. Treadwell, I'm afraid that visiting hours are up," the nurse says, changing the subject.

I feel a soft hand warily rub mywrist before, the footsteps hesitantly leave my room, and the doors creaks shut. Leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.

Using the small amount of energy that I have left I attempt to go back in my thoughts to two weeks ago.

I was on my back from HQ, girl dressed up as me shows up, we fight, and then nothing, the whole scene is a blur.

I hope I won that fight, I mean all this pain for what?

Plus it would look bad if I lost there would be arguements, I can see the headline now, "Moderately powerless wannabe heroes nearly killed in a fight," "Is Nova McClain too weak to be a Renegade," If only they knew the real me.

But overall, I wonder what the anarchists take of my absence, have they heard? Do they care? Does Ace care?

I groan once more, and once again I am interrepted, but this time wasn't because of a voice.

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