Preventing the Inevitable

Getting better.

(Picture of Alana)

Lizzie's POV

I woke up, and this time I really did. I was in a bright white room, a hospital room, I think. I was laying on a somewhat comfortable bed, staring at the ceiling.

The room didn't have windows, I looked to my right to see Alice, I mean Alana, sleeping on a chair in what looked like an extremely uncomfortable position.

I didn't want to talk-or even be in the same room-as her.

But as I looked at her sleeping body, I longed to be in her arms again, cuddling as we watched a movie.

A sudden guilt swept over me as I thought about what had happened when she rescued me.

I was so mean to her and she had saved me from the monsters that kept me wherever the hell I was.

'No!' I cursed myself suddenly, 'It was her fault I was even there in the first place, I should hate her!'

But however many times I try and deny it, it wasn't true. I did love Alana, I was in love with her. She meant everything to me and I hated myself for it.

Tears streamed down my face before I could stop them, and I wept silently, careful not to wake the sleeping being in the chair to my right.

I sighed before turning over to my right side, instantly regretting it. I had forgotten all about my messed up ankle and I was laying right on in.

I cried out in pain, causing Alana to jump up out of her seat and rush to my aid.

"What's wrong? What happened?" She began to bombard me with questions.

"It's fine, my ankles just a little sore, that's all." I explained.

She relaxed and pulled the chair so it was a lot closer to my bed. Sitting down she asked,

"How are  you feeling?"

"Fine." I said, "How long was I out? And where are we? What time is it?" The questions poured out of my mouth.

She chuckled slightly before answering, "You were out for about 8 hours. We're in the hospital. And it's currently..." She rolled back her sleeve and looked at the watch on her wrist, "12:37 am."

I propped up a pillow against the back of my bed and sat up, and asked the question I've been wanting to ask ever since I had seen her in the room I was trapped in.

"Who are you?"

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Alana's POV

I looked down at my hands and fiddled around with the side of her bed sheet. I was so nervous and I didn't know why. I've been undercover many times before, so why was I getting butterflies in my stomach?

I took a deep breath and explained to Lizzie who I really was. I told her that before I came to her high school. I told her that I was a spy working for the secret agency, Agency of Justice, or AJ for short.

She chuckled.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing it's just the name."

"Yeah well I'm not the one who thought of it." I laughed along with her.

I went on saying that the people who had kidnapped you, were people of CHAOS, another agency the bad guys. I explained that they had kidnapped you because they though you knew who I really was. They wanted me. I told her how before I went to her high school, I had worked undercover there until they caught me.