Playing Games (Stark's Daughter 4)

Chapter 6

"Mum! Mum! Wake up please!" A small voice begs.

I flicker my eyes up, to see Lucas leaning over me a thin cut on his forehead that leaves a trickle of blood. The glass is scattered around me like snow flakes.

Pain builds up inside me, like knives stabbing every time i move. A putrid gas fills my nose, burning me inside and i cough, the gas filling my lungs and almost cutting me off.

"Mum, we've got to go." He points out.

I stand up, but the pain erupts in my left leg, where i was shot over 15 years ago. Lucas takes my arm and swings it over his shoulder, making me lean on him. We walk out of my crashed office and onto the floor. Lucas lowers me down and Zeke races in.

"Skye. Are you okay?" He asks, placing his hands on my cheeks. I smile at the warmth as it travels through me.

"Call an ambulance." Zeke demands to Lucas. He races off and Zeke takes off his jumper and places it against my throbbing head.

"I don't want to go to hospital." I whine.

"I know, Im sorry but you have to. I won't leave you." He promises, leaning his forehead against mine.

*

Im fed up of the colour white. The hospital bed is white, the hospital gown is white, the tubes are white. Everything is white.

My head throbs, the pain piercing through me everything i move.

"Hey babe." Zeke whispers next to me. His hand never letting go of mine as he puts on his bravest smile.

"Hey. Where's Hope and Lucas?" I ask.

"Pepper and Tony are looking after them." He announces.

There's a knock at the door and a brunette tall woman marches in, her heels echoing in the room. Zeke's head snaps up to see her.

"Hello Mrs Stark." She says.

"Hi." I mutter. Please don't say anything about me being here lots in the past month, I've been having suit malfunctions that i haven't told Zeke.

"A computer blowing up?" She asks, reading from the file at the end of my bed. I nod.

"You've been admitted 13 times in the last month." She reads, Zeke's head turns to me. A look of disappointment on his face.

"13 times? Why didn't you tell me?" He questions, scanning me for an answer.

"I wanted to but i know how you react. You would tell me to stop building suits. I can't do that, building suits is something i love. It's like you and singing." I explain, holding his hand harder.

"Skye, you're putting yourself in danger." He points out.

"Only a little bit. I don't plan for my suits to malfunction."

"Promise that you'll tell me next time you're hurt. Please." He begs, kissing my hand.

"I promise." I whisper.

The doctor coughs and we turn to see her, forgetting that she was there.

"You had a deep cut in the back of your head that we had to glue and staple. You also had multiple cuts with glass in which we had to get out and a big shard of glass in your leg." She explains, handing me a small sample tube full of blood covered glass. I take it from her, turning it in my free hand and watching the shards fall.

"I'll be back to check on you in half an hour. And there's a man outside in a suit, saying he's a friend. He's called Colson." She explains.

"Let him in." Zeke demands and the doctor walks out.

"Did you ring him?" I ask.

"Yes, i felt this had something to do with Loki." He admits.

The door is pushed open and Colson marches in, dressed in a black suit, his hair messy like he'd just got out of bed.

"Hello, Skye. How are you feeling?" He asks, closing the door behind him and standing at the end of my bed.

"Ill." I mutter and he smiles.

"Is this to do with Loki?" He questions, folding his arms.

"Maybe." I whisper.

"Thor is back and his daughter is out of hospital." He informs me.

"Okay, thanks."

"We're going to do a thorough investigation at Stark Industries and find out the cause. We'll get back to you as soon as we find anything." He explains.

"Thanks Colson." I reply, he nods and walks out.

"How long do i have to stay here?" I ask, turning to Zeke.

"I don't know. Oh, it's Lucas' birthday next week." Zeke reminds me.

"Oh, yeah. What shall we get him?"

"You know, the guitarist he really likes? Isaac Hunter. I know him, maybe we could get Lucas a signed guitar and he could meet Isaac." He suggests, his face lighting up with this brilliant idea.

"That's a great idea!" I smile back.

"I'll set it up with him." He says.

"I love you and if i could move, i would kiss you." I admit, smiling at him.

"I got it." He mutters, standing out of his chair, leaning over and kissing me.

"I love you too." He whispers against my ear.