[ The Broken Soul ⧗ ]

7

- Natasha's POV -

That night I lie in bed. Thinking. That's what I mostly do nowadays since the lack of missions on my side allows for hours of drifting away in my own mind. Who could have known that in my thoughts I recalled the day before me. 

I scrunch my nose at the thought of me actually pointing the gun at her. I did that. These pills must be working because initially she didn't look that dangerous. Bruce had told me that these pills would have side effects of anger and dizziness. Along with drowsiness and even headaches. But oh how they were worth it. I don't usually like to show weakness but this wound was killing me.

Although where did she come from? Mr. Charles...something.. something. Best I ask Tony.

I sit and stare at my message for a while while I feel a lingering pain wash over me from my stomach. I scrunch up and look at the pills once more. I messily take the pill bottle, accidentally making my glass of water fall over and shatter on the floor. I quickly read the bottle.

"1 tablet recommended when feeling discomfort or pain"

I quickly pour two inside my mouth and look at the table beside me. As I just smashed down my waterglass i gather up saliva in my mouth and swallow it dry. I feel them slide down my esophagus and hopefully remove this unpleasant pain that just kicked in. 

Just then my phone lights up and vibrates with a new mesage.

I turn off my phone and put it on the bedside table beside me and make myself comfortable on the hard bed. Although so much softer than I was used to. I let my eyes fall shut and I drift back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up early, not on purpose but I was in so much pain. My stomach was screaming at me and it felt like I had been stabbed once again. I groan out loud and gather my thoughts, although in a situation like that, all you can feel is pain, all you can think is pain. Hell, you can even taste pain itself. 

I dry-swallow two more pills. These are going to take a toll on my mood.