𝘾𝙊𝘿𝙀𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 - Rio x Reader

•Chapter 26•

This time, waking up was damn near torture.
Your head spun without an end in sight. Nausea churned in the pit of your stomach. The lights contended the sun in their brightness. Everything was a blur— all probably thanks to the forced sedative.

"Hey, hey easy.", a voice murmured softly, lightly pushing your head back down into the pillow.

You forced your eyes open fully, only finding the same painful blur as before, but as your vision cleared, a familiar head of blonde hair. "Gina?"

She sat in the chair Rio had previously been in. Where did he go?

Her faintly glossed lips pulled into a faint smile. Though, it didn't quite meet her eyes. "The one and only."

A laugh got caught in your throat as everything rushed back to the forefront of your mind. Upon trying to sit up, your limbs were met with resistance. Restraints bound your wrists and ankles to the railings of your hospital bed.

"Yeah, they said they had to do that. And that you went a little crazy after getting the news.", Gina explained watching as you dropped your hands in defeat.

"Crazy.", you scoffed under your breath. "I think it was a pretty normal reaction to federal agents telling you your sister is missing and your aunt was found dead."

Her eyes widened. "Jesus."

A weighted silence fell between you. She took a breath and wiped her hands on her jeans. She knew it had to have been bad, but not that bad. "So what's the plan?"

Your eyes narrowed a bit. "The plan?"

"Uh yeah, the plan. Don't tell me you don't already have one.", Gina said.

A few seconds passed as she watched you, awaiting you to spill the beans. "Well I haven't really been awake long enough to make one.", you told her matter-of-factly.

She knew she wasn't the one you were agitated with. Hell, if it were her sitting in that bed, she would be within the thralls of an inconsolable fit of panic, rage, and a few other things. She only half sank back into the whiny chair Rio had been sat in hours prior before an idea halted her movements and began a set of new ones.
You watched as her dainty hands began abruptly pulling the buttons of the restraints free from your right wrist.

"W-what are you doing?", you asked as she began to move with haste.

Her indigo tinted eyes flashed up to meet yours as she stood up to loosen the left restraint. "Bitch we're going to get your sister back.", she stated almost like you should have already known.

It had taken you longer to process the statement than you'd ever like to admit. Again, you blame the heavy sedative before imagining Gina getting mixed up in all of this.

"Gina-"

She wasted no time moving to the foot of your bed to free your ankles, brushing a golden lock behind her ear as it fell in her way. "I know it's not my business-"

"It's not that. It's..", she stopped as you trailed off, awaiting you to continue.

Telling her too much could endanger her, not telling her enough may not stop her— endangering her even further. It was like walking a tightrope— finding the right explanation. You wanted your sister back— more than you've ever wanted for anything. But hell would freeze over before you'd rope anyone else into the downward spiral that has overtaken the course of your life.

"Look, I really appreciate you for being so willing to help, but there's a lot more to this than just getting my sister back. The DEA is sniffing around, people have been hurt— you could get hurt or worse.", you almost shuddered at the thought.