Begin Again | Sam Wilson

Chapter Twenty Four

Sam was convinced that Brianna was cursed the moment he received a phone call from her dad saying she had been blown up almost. She had been kidnapped. She had almost fallen to her death. She had been shot in the vest and now she was in a hospital, unconscious. Once the reality of what happened to her set in, the worry grew. He hopped on the first available flight to DC to be with her. That was two days ago.

The doctors had informed him that she had suffered a head injury due to the impact of the bomb. Other than that, she was okay. She just didn't want to wake up which worried everyone. The doctors kept assuring Clint and Sam that this was normal and she would wake up when she was ready. It did nothing to ease their fears. Sam never left her beside the entire time. He slept in the chair in the room. Ate the terrible hospital food. Luckily for him there was a shower in the room she was in so he was able to freshen up.

He would just stare at her, hoping she would wake up soon. He held the hand that contained an IV gently. He would occasionally brush a hand over her bronze colored hair that laid in messy waves all over the flat pillow. A thick bandage covered one part of her forehead, but she had several cuts from the shrapnel all over her face. An oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth provided her air when she needed. There was a soft knock on the door and Sam turned to see Brianna's dad standing there.

"How is she?" Clint asked he walked over to stand next to Sam.

"The same." Sam answered.

"The last agent just died, meaning Brianna is now the only survivor and witness as to what happened." Clint said.

Sam drew in deep breath. "Which means they're going to want to question her as soon as she wakes up."

"Yep."

Brianna could hear voices, but she couldn't pinpoint who was talking. They sounded familiar. Something was wrapped around her face. She reached up to pull it off, but someone stopped her. She didn't want to open her eyes. She could see the brightness even through her closed eyelids. She was aware of the pounding in her head, how sore her body felt and then it all hit her. Her running. A deafening sound. The feeling of heat and falling all at one. She sat up in bed.

"Brianna!" Sam yelled and went to hold her. "It's okay. It's okay. You're safe. Just lay down."

Finally, she saw Sam's worried filled face. She looked to his right to see her dad standing there equally scared. What the hell happened? She allowed herself to relax against the bed again and that was when she realized she was in a hospital. Awhile from the looks of it. Sam had been in his hometown when she last heard from him. Now he was wherever she was. She pulled the mask off again and took several deep breaths.

"What happened?" Brianna asked. Her throat felt raw from lack of water.

"There was an accident during your extraction of that bomber. Somehow a bomb was detonated and you got thrown." Sam explained to her calmly.

"How many?" She asked.

"What?" Sam asked confused.

"How many died?"

Clint folded his arms across his chest and looked at his daughter. "You're the only survivor."

"Damnit." She hissed. "It was a trap."

Brianna could feel tears prickling in her eyes. She had been the only one that survived the bomb. In theory, it made sense. She was closest to the door. She had tried to warn everyone in the room, but she wasn't sure if they even believed her. Her dad was about to say something else, but then an older man dressed in a very expensive suit flanked by two younger men entered her room. She tried her best to sit up in the bed, but failed.