Chapter 15: Nurse Alice

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Alice had warned them about the dangerous people who were after her, so staying at her apartment was a bad idea.

Going to a hospital was out of the question. Alice was certain that the Victory Project had infiltrated the healthcare system, and she feared the very doctors who had once made her forget her past were now part of their network.

To make matters worse, they were in a different reality, where the usual rules and places of safety no longer applied.

Using Kate's money, they secured a discreet hotel, where they all stayed. They spent money on food, medicine, clothes—everything they needed for the night.

The dim hotel room was filled with a heavy, anxious silence as Alice worked tirelessly to stabilize America's condition.

Her hands moved with practiced precision, each motion purposeful and calm, even as the gravity of the situation weighed on everyone else in the room.

Kamala stood close by, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope. She had never seen America in such a state, and it shook her more than she wanted to admit.

Cassie was beside Kamala, her expression a mirror of the turmoil she felt inside. She had been the first to realize how bad things were, and that image of America bleeding, her life slipping away, was burned into her mind.

Kate sitting a little further back, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Her mind was racing, not just with worry for America, but also with the questions that swirled around Alice. The resemblance to Yelena was impossible to ignore, and it only added to the tension in Kate's chest.

Yelena was the stillest of them all, standing near Kate, her sharp eyes flicking between Alice and the door. On the outside, she appeared calm, almost detached, but inside, there was a storm brewing.

The sight of Alice, a woman who looked so much like her, yet was so different, had thrown her off balance inside.

Finally, Alice inhaled deeply and looked up at everyone, her voice steady. "She needs a rest. She'll be fine."

Her American accent was calm and smooth, a stark contrast to Yelena's sharp, clipped Russian tones. Where Yelena's words felt like they could cut, Alice's carried a softer, reassuring cadence, yet both women radiated an undeniable strength shaped by survival.

"Thank God!" Kate shot to her feet, visibly relieved. The tension in the room lifted as everyone breathed easier, but Kate's curiosity couldn't be held back. "I have so many questions about you. Like, what's your name? Do you kill people? Do you have a boyfriend, or—"

Yelena let out an exaggerated groan, snapping her head toward Kate. "Kate, seriously?" She pointed at Alice, then back at herself, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think someone who fixes people for a living is out here killing people? Look at her. Then look at me."

"I killed my husband." Alice blurted out. 

-End

Yes. It's short.
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