Playing With Fire (R6xOC)

Chapter 8

"That was very sweet. However, you don't get a happy ending."

I awoke violently thrashing around on a stretcher. I was immediately restrained by multiple people, before I felt an immense pain in my diaphragm. I looked and saw my gut was cut open and emergency surgery was being performed.

I tried to speak, but couldn't, as a oxygen mask was covering my face.

"Sedate him!" A voice shouted, as I strained against the multiple hands holding me down. "Now!"

I was pricked by a needle, as a fluid entered my body. I became weak and unable to fight, before closing my eyes.

•••

I awoke again to see a dark room. I painfully sat up, looking around and gaining my bearings. Scanning the room, I saw a dark silhouette sitting in a chair by the window.

"You're awake." A woman's voice said with a distinctly Singaporean accent.

"Yeah, and who are you?"

"That doesn't matter, Krystof." Her tone became more and more ominous with every word.

"Look lady, I'm tired, and I'm not in peak condition. I'm only going to ask once. Get out."

The woman stood up, silently sauntering over to me, until she leaned over me. Her face was slightly illuminated by the beeping heart monitor. Recognizing her in the moonlight, I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I looked down and saw a scalpel in my side, before looking back up.

"He?"

"The 54 Immortals send their regards."

My body went limp as I slipped into unconsciousness.

•••

My eyes opened slowly to see the same room I was attacked in, however, it was filled with bright rays of light from the lights and the windows.

I groaned, as I sat up, once again looking around.

"Woah, take it easy. How're you feeling?" An elderly doctor with a kind smile walked over to my bed.

"My side is a bit sore, and I have a raging headache."

"Well, it's not as bad as I assumed it would be. I'm Dr. Mitchell."

"Krystof, nice to meet you. How long was I out?"

Mitchell was about to respond, but he was cut off by my brother, who walked in, Harry in tow.

"About two months. Good to see you awake, Krystof."

"Yes, it is Krystof. Now, I need to ask you a few questions about what happened when you were attacked." Harry sat down in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs.

"I know who it was, if that's what you were going to ask."

Harry perked up, as soon as I said that.

"And who exactly did this to you?"

"An old.. acquaintance, He Zhen-Zhen. She's the muscle for the 54 Immortals."

"The terrorist militia in Singapore?" Elias piped up, as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed.

"Yes, them."

"Is there anything else you know?"

"Only that I was supposed to know they did this."

"And why do you say this?"

"Because if they wanted me dead, they would've hired The Spectre." They both looked at me with blank expressions.