The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 7, Continued, Again

At the hospital I found a parking spot and helped Noah bring Olivia inside the ER. We went to the front desk and I looked around to make sure everything was secure. "Oi! We need some help over here!" I yelled, ringing the bell at the desk frantically. A nurse emerged from a back room and came over to us.
"What happened?" He asked.
"It's complicated, we need help. Like, now? Déan deifir!" (Hurry!) The nurse led us to a hospital bed and put Olivia on it. Until then she had been silently looking around, probably in shock but as the nurse helped her onto the hospital bed she started screaming.
"I'm gonna go look for Oliver." I told them, knowing that they wanted nothing to do with me after what had just happened. As I looked around for Oliver, I dialed his number and held my phone to my ear. Answer the phone Ollie! I silently pleaded. Then I saw him at the front desk and ran up to him. "Oliver! I'm gonna kill you for this, but first you need to fix it." I told him, leading him to where Olivia and Noah were sitting. Olivia was still screaming while Noah tried to console her and the doctor was looking at her injuries. When Oliver came in he pulled the doctor to the side to speak with him and I sat down in a chair to clean my knife and keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

When Oliver came back, I took my chance to leave the room and went to the vending machines to get a snack even though I wasn't hungry. Noah found me by the snack machines after a few minutes and I turned to leave, trying to avoid him but he stood in front of me to block my way. "Are you gonna yell at me now and tell me how much you hate me?" I asked him.
"What? I came to tell you that Olivia's going to be mostly okay. She lost sight in one of her eyes though and she's really scared but she should be fine after a couple weeks. That's what the doctor said." Noah said.
"She won't be fine. Especially mentally. It's my fault, I should've done something. I'm so sorry. This isn't a pity act, I swear, you and your family have every right to hate me because of this. You didn't ask for this life and I just didn't even stop to think that something could happen to you if I lived with you guys. It was selfish, I should have just ran away as soon as Oliver placed me there." I was going to say more but he cut me off.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Sixteen. What does that have to do with anything."
"When did you first start working for the FBI or CIA or whatever?"
"When I was six or so. I'm still confused."
"It seems like you never really asked for this life either. Yeah, I'm pissed that we got kidnapped and Olivia got hurt but I'm not really mad at you. I’m mad at Caleb, and I’m glad you killed him."
"Yeah, you are mad at me, I can tell. You just don't know it yet. So I'm gonna go back to your house and pack my things, then I'm gonna go live with Nada for the rest of the school year and see where it goes from there."
"Did a doctor look at your shoulder yet?" He asked, putting his arm out to move my jacket to the side. I rolled my eyes as if to say "what do you think?" and brushed his hand away. "Your house! I need to check on your house!" I shouted, remembering that there were still people there. "Crap, they probably sent people there already. Go tell Oliver!" We both ran off in different directions, Noah back to Oliver and me outside. In the parking lot, I stole a motorcycle (I know, I know, I’m a terrible person for stealing from a hospital) and went as fast as I could to the Hudson's house.