Cadet [Wattys 2016]

The Visitor

My eyes shoot open, and I gasp for air, unsure of where I am.

The room comes into focus. It's a sterile hospital room. I see lots of machines, and feel tubes in my nose. Ward is there, as well as various doctors. Everything still feels hazy. A heart rate monitor beeps in the corner.

"Rose?" Ward asks. He looks shocked, as do the doctors. As soon as I have enough breath back in my body, I speak.

"Ward?" I ask, slightly confused. "I thought I drowned. Did you see what happened?" Everything's coming back now. I got shot, and fell of the helicarrier into the ocean.

Ward shakes his head. "Someone jumped in after you." He says.

"Who?" I ask, wanting to thank them.

Ward shrugs. "Don't know." He replies. "You're lying." I say. He gets up. "You're right, I am. But that doesn't change the fact that I won't tell you." I frown unhappily. "Come on, please?"

"No." Ward says. "Also, you've got a visitor." Ward walks out. Nick Fury walks in.

"Didn't realize being the youngest meant getting special treatment now." I say.

"It does when the youngest miraculously survives falling off a helicarrier and getting shot." Fury says.

"Yeah, about that," I start. "Who pulled me out?"

"That's classified." Fury says. "Well, how long was I out?" I ask the standard question.

"Two weeks." Fury tells me. "You've been on life support for the past two weeks. You woke up when they took you off."

I let this sink in for a second before asking, "So, what'd I miss?"

"That's another story for another time. What matters now is I need agents. Footage showed you single handedly took out at least fifteen men before getting shot, so consider this graduation. Welcome to Level Five, Agent Brynn." Fury says.

"Oh my gosh, are you serious?" I ask. Level Five? Too good to be true! Fury nods. I squeal. "Unfortunately, you're going to be out of action for a while. That bullet did quite some damage to your knee."

Dang. I was hoping to go on a mission as soon as I was out of here. At least I'll finally get to go on missions.

"So, now that I'm Level Five," I begin. "Who pulled me out?"