The Unwanted Ones - Book One

Chapter Nineteen

Guards come and take Gregory away. He's still unconscious, his head lolling to the side.

"Wait is Orlando alright?" I ask one of them before they leave.

"He's in surgery, but he should be fine. The bullet didn't hit anything major." he says.

I sigh in relief as they leave with Gregory.

We all start on the trek to the third floor, headed for our rooms. Lena's next to me, chatting about what just happened.

"You know you're a badass right?" she says with a grin.

"How so?" I ask, laughing lightly at her declaration.

"You took out Gregory! Gregory Stevenson! The guy who actually taught us how to fight," she exclaims.

"It's nothing that great," I say with a shrug, staying modest. And it really isn't. I'm pretty sure any of them could have done the same.

"No, she's right," Danny tells me from behind. "The student has become the master." I scoff at that, because I'm definitely not that good yet.

It's past lunch time now but I'm honestly not even hungry. There's a pit in my stomach, but not from hunger. It's from dread. Yes, Gregory's been caught, but Orlando is in the infirmary suffering a gunshot wound and the other leaders are dying from this virus. Things aren't exactly going well.

As if reading my mind, Matt speaks, saying "I wonder if they've gotten closer to a cure."

"Probably not," I say despondently. I usually try to be positive, but my mother had said that they themselves couldn't think of a cure. But then again maybe they're having better luck here.

"Well maybe that slimeball knows it," Carrie says, referring to Gregory.

We go off to our respective rooms. Lena and Gwen decide to go get some food but I opt to stay in the room. Sleep overtakes me, and I sleep through the rest of the day.

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The next day someone is shaking me and I bolt up awake.

It's Lena, looking down at me urgently.

"Orlando is awake and he's called for you! He needs to see you right now," she says. I hurry to get up and get dressed.

Gwen looks over at me and rolls my eyes when she sees what I'm wearing, dark grey sweat pants and a light grey t shirt.

"What?" I ask her, looking down at the clothes.

"The super good looking guy who's currently leading the resistance asks to see you and that's what you wear?" she says, rolling her eyes. She herself is already dressed head to two in black. The top and bottom fit her well, showing off her lithe figure.

I shrug, but then start to reconsider my choice.

"Ugh I don't have time to change," I say finally. And I'm pretty sure he hasn't asked for me so we can make a love connection.

I say bye to them and go straight to the infirmary where I see two guards. They check my key card and let me in.

Orlando's right there in the first cot, a tablet on his lap. He's typing something on it, and looks up at me.

"Hello Alexandira, take a seat," he says, pointing at the chair by his bed. I go and sit down, looking at him. He's in a white hospital gown, and sheets are bundled up at the edge of his bed. His brown hair is out, hanging right above his shoulders.

"You're probably wondering why I called you here today," he says, turning off his tablet. I nod, and wait expectantly. He smiles ruefully at me. "Relax, this isn't a root canal or detention."