Chapter Twenty-Three

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A/N: Another part! From now on, chapters are released every Monday until I can get ahead in chapters again. THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER do not read if you're uncomfortable with it. I know some of you are confused cause of the time jump, but I had a good idea and I needed to go into the future to execute it. Don't like the story? Don't read it! Enjoy!

I took in a breath. Three things noticeable at first. The familiar smell of my room, the throbbing pain in my head, and the horrid ache on my arm. I opened my eyes to see that I was, in fact, in my room, in bed. I looked to the side, moving my head slowly, to see a sleeping Cry next to me. I shifted a bit towards Cry and looked to see if he was okay. I started to shake him, hoping he'd wake up, panic rising in my chest.

"He's okay, (Y/L/N)." A voice said from the other side of the room. I gasped and tried to reach for the gun I kept under my pillow but my arm erupted in pain and I let out a strangled noise of pain. The person walked over and set a hand on my shoulder and I looked up, breathing a sigh of relief that it was just Jund. I laid back down and looked at my wrist. There wasn't a cast on it, but it was wrapped in a lot of cloth, keeping it still like a cast.

"H-He won't wake up." I whispered to Scott.

"Russ gave him a big dose to let him sleep through the night. You both needed some rest." Scott sat next to me.

I looked down at my arm, using my good one to prop myself up, "Is it broken?"

Scott shook his head, "Just a really bad sprain. You're lucky it wasn't on your dominant hand."

A flood of memories came back, Den, Alex, The trick to get us in the room. What the hell happened?

"Why did they attack us?" I asked. My head pains were returning, so I felt my eyes having trouble staying open.

"We don't know yet, (Y/L/N). Were interrogating the girl now." Scot assured me. A grunt sounded from Cry and we both looked over to him as he rolled over a bit to face us, yes slowly opening.

"What? (Y/N)?" He said groggily and I smiled at him.

"I'm right here." I said in a soft whisper.

"I'll be outside your door." Scott told me and walked out, shutting the door gently behind him.

"What's going on?" He asked, putting his hand in mine, luckily my good one.

"Do you remember what happened?" I asked, laying back down next to him.

He nodded, "We were attacked, right? I saw you hit the floor when the lights came on, then I tried shooting someone that was coming after me. He hit me. That's all I remember."

I nodded, "Yeah, that's it. We were tricked."

"Yeah, I got that part. Are you okay? What happened to you?" His tired voice laced in concern and he started to really wake up, eyes scanning over me.

"I got hit, they sprained my wrist, and then I got hit again." I told him.

"In the head?" He asked, hand leaving mine and resting on my cheek.

"Yeah." I whispered, shutting my eyes and leaning into his hand.

"I love you." He said, stroking his thumb up and down.

"I thought he shot you." I told him and his thumb stopped moving.

"I'm okay, (Y/N)." He assured and I shook my head, feeling myself tearing up.

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