Chapter 92 - Going Home

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The following week at the infirmary proved to be challenging for Eleanor. There wasn't enough time to allow her to slowly heal like she and Natasha would have liked, with being on the run and Maria being spotted coming in and out during the start of the stay it was too risky to stay for long. So, this meant that as soon as Eleanor regained the slightest amount of feeling in her legs she was up and about doing exercises to try and rebuild her strength, as going out whilst being hunted down without being able to at least jog was also risky.

Every time Eleanor made a pained face as she walked with the help of a walker, Natasha felt her heart break. Her wife was struggling and in pain, being pushed to the limits that her body shouldn't be doing during recovery, but there was nothing that she could do to help. She couldn't get the nurse to change the physiotherapy plan as they needed to leave the hospital in a few days, they needed to know that Eleanor had a shot at making a break for it if they started being shot at, and so they had to keep pushing her body whilst in a controlled environment.

Eleanor kept pushing on through the pain, ignoring the looks she got from Natasha, even though it felt like someone was smashing her spine with an axe. She knew that over the next few weeks she would have to get used to being in pain whilst moving around if they had any chance of escaping the authorities as they moved around to reach a safe place. She just wished that she didn't feel so useless. If she hadn't gotten flung away at the end of the fight then she wouldn't have hit her spine against the railing - at a very high speed - and Natasha would most likely have already reached safety. She knew that she was holding Nat back, but she couldn't fasten her progress without completely damaging her spine, it was already holding on by a thread.

Though through all of the blood, sweat and tears, the remaining week at the hospital that started when Eleanor had woken up was over. She was able to slowly walk around with her arm linked with Nat's, and that was good enough for now. They had discussed various plans of where to go and who to trust in order to get them there, but after a lot of late-night debates after one of them noticed a flaw, they had finally settled on one.

When they were settled at their apartment and had completed the necessary checks to ensure that there was no one who had followed them there, Natasha would then reach out to one of her old contacts, Mason, to try and organise a safe house for them. The safe house would be their final destination for hopefully a few months at the minimum, they didn't particularly want to travel around dodging people left, right and centre. Comfort was wanted, even if they were on the run.

Either way, depending on the space that Mason would be able to get them, they needed to look around for more places to stay whilst on their journey. It wasn't going to be somewhere in America that was for sure, but if they ended up in Europe or Asia, then they needed to organise places to stay during pitstops and rest breaks. So, they looked around online to find any secluded motels and monitored past and current CCTV activity to check when their busiest times and days were. They weren't going to use the front desk at any of these places as they would be recognised, but during quiet times they could sneak in. It was something well within their skill set.

Whilst in the car on the way to their apartment, Eleanor was going through everything over and over in her head. Even after a couple of weeks of accord arguments going on and knowing that being on the run was on the cards, she still couldn't quite wrap her head around the fact that it had actually happened.

Going down familiar roads through Washington wasn't helping either, only bringing back memories of their life from a few years ago. Back when their lives were simpler. Granted their lives had always had complexity running through them, but in the grand scheme of things, it was very simple compared to now. As they travelled through the city, all Eleanor could picture was her and Natasha walking hand in hand to grab coffees, heading off to work early in the morning with Eleanor feeling dead in the passenger seat, their little dates to new restaurants that popped up. She would give anything to be living in those days again.

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