Waveland

Chapter 9

Rose could feel her senses slowly coming back to her. She tried prying her eyes open but the blinding lights were too bright. Her eyesight refused to focus. Her surroundings were all a giant blur.

"I told you to make sure she died." A deep voice spoke. She couldn't recognize it.

"What did you want me to do? If she came back alone, that would make you look bad." Another voice spoke. The second voice was softer and had a higher pitch.

She tried to open her eyes to identify the figures but all she could see were blobs of light. One figure stood taller than the other. 

"Next time make sure you don't mess it up." The first figure disappeared out of her blurry sight. The second figure remained glued to her side. She begged her body to concentrate, but instead, she drifted back into the darkness. She could have sworn she felt the faintest touch caressing the top of her hand. 

Not too sure how much time had passed, she fluttered her eyelids. The bright lights returned. Still too unbearable to keep her eyes open. She could feel the soft cushion underneath her. Someone was trying to speak to her, but their voices were too muffled to understand. Her head was pounding. She could feel the presence of two people surrounding her. Were they the same people as before? She tried to hold onto the sense of reality but it kept slipping away from her. 

"She is going to be alright." A unrecognizable voice. This voice seemed to be someone new. Rose kept her eyes shut tricking the figures that she was still unconscious. She wasn't going to let her mind drift this time. Her fighting instincts were kicking in. She needed to figure out where she was and who was surrounding her. "Get some rest." The same voice spoke again, but in a softer tone. He directed his voice away from her.

Rose could hear the soft footsteps of someone walking away, now was her moment to strike.

She grabbed the pocket knife that was tied against her thigh. Hidden away in plain sight. She aimed in against the large figure's throat. Her eyes still remained shut, the pain too unbearable for her to return completely to reality. But unfortunate for them she didn't need to see to slice someone's throat. 

She knew he was afraid. The tiniest of liquid slipping down his throat. She could feel him trembling beneath her hold. His hands raised above his hand begging for mercy. A devilish grin appeared on her face, knowing in her weaken state she could still make people crumble.

"Rose! Stop." The second voice returned. His soft footsteps approached the other side of the bed, placing his hand over hers, the touch was familiar. Her body relaxed underneath the physical contact. Xavier. She opened her eyes seeing him. "It's okay he is the doctor. He helped me save you." She released her grip on her knife hearing the metal clash to the ground. Looking into Xavier's eyes calmed her down and her fighting instincts slipped away. The figure disappeared before she had a chance to see who almost just became another one of her victims. 

The room's bright lights soon adjusted to her eyesight. She looked around seeing that she was in some sort of medical room, She looked down at her injuries, and she violently ripped out the IV that was stuck in her arm. In exchange was a horrified look from Xavier. She could feel the enormous purple bruise forming on her arm. 

"Slow down, you've lost a lot of blood." Xavier placed his arms on her shoulders. Each touch soothing her soul. Warming the coldness that was buried deep in her heart. 

"I'll be fine now, thanks to you." She swung her legs over the bed, sitting up. Everything was still a little foggy. She hated the feeling of being disoriented. 

She lifted her shirt finding a white wrap circling her waist. A tiny red circle was only visible on her side. Her wound looked a lot cleaner than it did before. She could tell Xavier wanted to object to her getting up, he much rather her sit so he can further access her state. He did a good job playing doctor. Just before Xavier could voice his own opinion two people in army green uniforms came marching into the infirmary, brushing past the curtain that was the only thing giving her privacy in her pathetic state.