Second Chance

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Some time had passed on after I was rescued that day after the special assignment went unexpectedly awful. Some interesting people had found me in the apartment, bleeding to death after Ironside had almost killed me, and one of them went with the decision to save me and take me to where they were staying in Poland.

 Some interesting people had found me in the apartment, bleeding to death after Ironside had almost killed me, and one of them went with the decision to save me and take me to where they were staying in Poland

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I was taken to a lodge, since going to a nearby hospital was riskier. Considering that I was an American Black Ops soldier, I can see why they brought me there. My rescuers did their best to have me stitched up and heal overtime while being bedridden. It was fortunate enough for me that they had enough time to take me someplace safe and treat me there until I got better.

2:45 PM, March 2nd, 2012

In the middle of the afternoon, Fox was slowly regaining consciousness in some room on a comfy bed with a pillow under his head for the extra comfort

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In the middle of the afternoon, Fox was slowly regaining consciousness in some room on a comfy bed with a pillow under his head for the extra comfort. He was already looking up at the tiled ceiling, his eyesight being less blurry than before and the colours in his vision coming back. There was still a sense of pain in his abdominal area, but was feeling a little better in his recovery time. There was some bandage dressings on his cuts, as well as the one around his puncture wound. He was clearly topless, only wearing the black combat trousers and a pair of grey socks.

Fox wasn't sure where he was exactly, but was feeling glad to no longer be in that filthy apartment after what occurred in his unpleasant assignment.

Fox: (Where am I? Is this... a clinic somewhere..? I don't hear any medical equipment or staff...)

As he was attempting to sit up carefully, Fox felt a sharper pain in his wound, forcing him to lay back down. He let out a lowly, agonised groan. Fox could had sworn he wasn't alone in some bedroom he was resting in.

Lady's Voice: Don't try to get up yet. You'll only strain yourself. Just let us take care of you for the time being.

Fox: Huh..? Who is this?

He couldn't get a proper look at the person in the room with him, but he could recognise her voice. She was the same lady who decided to have Fox rescued, as well as the one who ordered a couple of people with her to carry him out of the old apartment place from yesterday.

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