New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 26

Sherlock had left after my breakdown, calling John as he walked out.

I didn't like the way I felt. I didn't like feeling empty, a deep sadness in the pit of my stomach, and I didn't like the numbness that took over my body. I didn't like the blank feeling in my head as I tried to think of reasonable answers.

There was a knock on the door and I looked up as the doctor peeked her head in.

"Hello, Ms Maiden. I've come to let you know that you are free to leave, but don't be doing any running or fighting." She said and I nodded, keeping my head down.

"Thank you." I whispered and when she didn't leave, I looked back up. She had a frown on her face, and her eyes had softened.

"I'm sorry you had to go through something like this. I wish I could find the words to make things better. All I can say, is that everything happens for a reason." She stated and I nodded, agreeing with the last statement.

"Have a great day, Ms Maiden. Your husband brought your clothes and they are over in that dresser. Oh, and when you sign out, the lady at the front will give you your prescription and a set of directions for cleaning your wound." she informed me and I looked at the dresser that was between the bathroom door and the main door.

"Thank you. You have a great day as well." I softly spoke and the door shut. I removed the blanket from my body and slid to the side. I touched the floor with my feet and I gasped at the cold.

As I stood up, the extra weight I had been carrying was gone and it took everything in me to stop from screaming.

A sudden rage came over me and felt my lip twitch. I stormed to the dresser and opened the drawers, finding my clothes in the middle drawer. I yanked off the gown and quickly dressed into the jeans. As I was finding the hem of the shirt, I looked down at my bandaged stomach.

I placed a hand on the spot where the bullet had been, and I took in a breath. I scrunched up the shirt to the neck hole, and pulled it on, slipping my arms into the black fabric and then pulling it back down, letting it rest just past the belt loops.

I grabbed my phone and turned it on, silently thanking Sherlock for charging it. As the SD card was being read by the phone, I grabbed the socks and boots and sat on the bed, pulling my socks on then slipping my feet into the boots, tying the laces quickly.

I got up and grabbed my phone, finding several (15) missed calls, 19 unread messages, and 6 voicemails.

As I was about to listen to the voicemails, Sara started calling me and I debated on answering.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone, looking around for a great escape from the hospital if needed.

"Destiny? Where are you?" She asked urgently, and I heard the sound of traffic.

"At the hospital." I stated and walked to the window, opening it and leaning my head out, staring at the fire escape that lead to the alley.

"We're coming to get you so you don't do anything irrational." She stated and I laughed dryly as I went back to the drawer and opened the bottom drawer and retracted my gun.

"Thanks for my gun, Lock." I mumbled quietly.

"Oh, please. You and I both know several things about me." I stated as I took the clip out, examining how many bullets I had left, then clicked it back in place.
"And what would that be?" Sara asked with fear laced in her voice.

"I don't like hospitals." I walked to the window as I heard a car screech somewhere around the hospital and the same screech over the phone.

"I don't like playing by the rules." I stated as I went to the bathroom and fixed my hair, making sure it was better than my bed head.

"I always enjoyed a good fight. I've also been scarily great at playing games. Hide-and-seek, mainly." I walked from the bathroom and to the window, putting my leg out first then ducking out and standing onto the landing.

"I get pissed off real easily." I started to walk down the metal stairs, my boots clinking on the metal.

"I hold grudges." I stated as I reached another landing.

"When revenge is in order, I'm the one that will be handing it to those who need it." I heard the ding of an elevator and I quickly jumped over the last railing of the escape and started to jog down the alley.

"That bitch is going to pay for it. She decided to mess with the wrong New Yorker, Sara. She will be dealt with. Sadly it won't be the justice way."

I could hear a door being slammed open and I smirked as I hung up.

"Not gonna get me today." I softly sang and started running out of the alley and onto the street, running past people.

I had ignored the pain in my abdomen and I controlled my breathing. Somewhat.

"Had to exercise at some point." I panted out. My phone began to ring and as I ran down an alley, leaning against the wall, I pulled it out. It was Sherlock and I bit my lip.

"Where are you?" he growled and I sighed.

"Not gonna tell you that, Sherlock." I had began to walk out of the alley, but as I heard sirens get close, I ducked behind a dumpster, sliding down the side of it.

"That woman took my child from me. She will learn what karma really means. She'll have to start adopting..." I laughed dryly and leaned my head back, staring at the sky.

"That is... If she lives. Haven't quite decided what to do just yet." I stated and took a deep breath.

"Tata, Lock. See you sometime later. Possibly." I said and hung up. I wiped the tears from my face and stood up, walking out of the alley and into the sea of people.

As I passed a woman, I snatched her sunglasses from the side of her bag, and quickly put them on. Everything now held a pinkish hue and I rolled my eyes.

I reached up and took out my piercings, throwing them down a storm drain, and I looked up at the buildings around me, trying to find somewhere to get new attire.

"Macy's it is." I mumbled and quickly walked to the huge store.