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Steve's P.O.V
The day after the visit from Agent Pierce, was full of anxiety, to say the least. I had been more on edge; every cough, every shuffle, every sound, seemed to be more louder and prominent.
I wished that I had pressured her more, for the details of the plan. At that moment, all that I could do, was sit and wait anxiously for when the time that I will escape to come. While I was laying down on the uncomfortable mattress the prison provided, two guards had approached me. "McGarrett, time for your outdoor hour." I rolled my eyes at the laughable expectancy, tha is the guard. His monotone voice, and solemn expression used to keep me on edge when around his presence. Now, I was prone to his unexpressionable tendencies.
Trudging my way through the murky, grey hallways of the Correctional Facility, four guards flanked my quite awake being. The doors were pulled open, and I was grateful for the raw, burning pain of the sun rays when I first stepped outside.
I closed my eyes as I took in the acceptable scenery of the outdoors, my knowledge of my lack of time had urged me to turn around in circles, taking everything in before my confinement in that god forbidden cell. My thoughts were entirely trained on the slow breeze of wind, and prickling of the sun, to realize the guards had brought another inmate to accompany me.
"McGarrett."
The rough, gargling sound of Finn Lowley's voice had jerked me from my entrancing thoughts. Smiling wickedly as though he had won the lottery, he slowly made his way over to me, each step had increased my heart rate with anxiety. "Lowley," I nodded, "What're you doing here?"
He shrugged, as he took his last step to stand three footsteps away from me, the same smile that sent shivers of toe-chirping disdain through my body. "A certain S.H.I.E.L.D., who was very, very, hot, visited me." My blooded had started to boil as he spoke of Agent Bella Pierce.
Don't get me wrong, the woman made my blood boil and anxiety to take over my body. But no one can deny that she has a sense of self-respect that just seems admirable. To have some lowly felon has Finn Lowley speak over her that way seemed disgusting. "Oh,really? Well, must've been important, since I would've never pegged someone like her to take interest in someone like you." The anger flashed rapidly in Lowley's eyes, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his eyes were trained directly onto mine.
"This will just make what I am about to do even better."
"Well, that's debatable."
I was expected the attack, as he bulldozed towards me. Grabbing the hand with the knife, I twisted it. Lowley screamed in pain, and he kicked me at the back of my knee. I cried in pain, kneeling to the ground. The guards were too busy to notice, engrossed in their own hushed mumbling.
A groan of pain was emitted, as I roughly held onto Lowley's hand that pushed the knife further into my abdomen.
I could slowly feel the blood oozing out, like water trickling out of the sink. Dizziness overtook my being, and suddenly, a surge of pain, like a clap of wind, hit me like a freight train. Lowley had pulled out the makeshift knife right before the guards reached us and pulled him from on top of me.
Screaming into the radios they had at hand, the four guards pulled Lowley off of me, and took me inside the prison and away from the sizzling sunlight.
I could see the cell blocks passing by as the doctors who worked at the infirmary pushed me on the stretcher towards the infirmary.
The red and blue flashing lights that I saw past the long hallway that led to the emergency infirmary exit, was a great sight for the eyes, as I felt my nerves call down.
I was taken off the stretcher of the prison infirmary and - quite frankly, forcefully - placed on the stretcher off the ambulance. The sirens were loud and clear, a distressing sound to my head, as I realized a headache was starting to appear. After pushing me inside the ambulance and driving away from the prison, two paramedics started to operate on me and my wound. "Not too deep, can be taken care of at the destination." A feminine voice was describable through the loud sirens, and two grunts from the other paramedic and the driver, informed me that they seemed to sound male
"Confirmation code, Alpha, Five, Six, Beta, Niner, Ten. Commander is moving to the location now." One of the paramedics stated to the drive, and we swiveled to the right, halting to a stop.
The doors to the ambulance pulled open, and the three paramedics, or whoever they were, helped me up and into a dark blue minivan parked to the side. I kept pressure on my wound, that was currently covered with gauze, to decrease the loss of blood and maintain my awakened state. I knew that if I lost more blood, I would fall into a faint and probably not make it in time to a hospital, since all I can see from my surroundings, were trees, trees, and more trees.
A forest, probably.
"Alright, Commander. You need to get up from the stretcher, we need to get you into that van." The soft feminine voice had appeared again, a soothing tone, stark to the rush and harsh environment I was surrounded by.
Sitting up, I groaned in pain as the wound contract, the gauze becoming the murky crimson color from the oozing blood. I felt dizziness coat my being, a state of haziness blurring my logic and reason. "Commander, you alright?" The first male paramedic, who assisted the female while placing the gauges onto my wound to stop the bleeding, asked. I took me a few more seconds than normal to actually reply, which led the trio paramedics into a state of question.
"We need to get him in the van, asap." The driver ordered.
They dragged me to the van, opened the door and placed me inside. Then, as they got inside and settled, the driver started the car and took off, leaving the forgotten ambulance in the back.
Next chapter you'll see a bit more to Bella. Hopefully I'll update as soon as possible.
