Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 1: Damage Control

The world seems to spin as I open my eyes. Forcing out a groan, I close them once more before opening them. Making out a tiled ceiling, I sigh and slowly reach up and rub my forehead letting out another groan as my fingers find a couple of bandages. Well this wasn't heaven. Letting out a slow calm breath so as not to set off the monitors around me, I force myself up into a sitting position. Letting out a painful growl, I can hear some of the monitors jump as my heart rate shifts.

Slowly leaning over the side of the bed, I take a forced breath unsure what to do. I glance up at the closed door listening to the hustle and bustle of the hospital. What had happened? Closing my eyes, I recall Henry raising up a pipe and I take a sharp breath. That son of a bitch. I should have known that the mission wouldn't end well. Forcing myself to stand, the hospital door opens and my eyes land on Dr. Roberts and Mrs. Riley. Both look alarmed. Holding up my hand, I turn toward the small nightstand gathering my clothes.

"Ms. Parker what happened? You missed your check in and then I get a call from the hospital." Mrs. Riley states her voice higher pitched than normal and I roll my eyes. Probably pulled her out of something important. Not that I cared and she only cared because of the phone calls. Doesn't look good on her record getting multiple calls from the cops or from the hospital.

"Just fooling around," I state, a hint of laughter in my voice, annoyed at her tone of voice and I quickly go through my clothing. Finding a small baggie, I quickly look through it when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"You should be resting." Dr. Roberts states his voice stern and I pull my shoulder out of his grasp not wanting to be touched. His eyes widen in surprise at my hostility but I am in no mood to be polite and I double check I have all of my belongings before lifting my stuff into my arms.

"Fooling around! Ms. Parker, what in the hell have you done this time? I am sick and tired of your-" I spin meeting her eyes in an instant cutting off her sentence with just a look. Instantly her shoulders pushed back and I know that I had intimidated her. Good, she fucking deserved to be scared. Turning back around, I rub my face and flinch as I forgot that I have a cut on my forehead. Bitch Henry.

"You are sick and tired of my what?" I growl unhappily at the woman whose eyes widen at my pure anger. "I didn't fuck up you idiot. You did. You called in the police too soon." I growl looking the woman up and down. She had probably never been in the field a day in her life. Her clean cut skirt that settled right below her knees and her blouse tucked in just so. This woman had no clue how to be a handler. "They sent in undercover, he fucked things up, and blew my cover. Did a beautiful job of it as well." I smirk recalling the memory.

"May I speak to Agent Parker from the Academy." I imitate the male's low voice with a southern thick accent. I laugh as Mrs. Riley's eyes widen in surprise and then pale. "Then he looked right to me and all hell broke loose." I growl at the woman before letting out a slow breath. "I want a new handler. Let the higher ups know."

With a huff, Mrs. Parker rushes from the room and I just about collapse onto the bed once more forcing a painful breath through my lungs. "Doc what's the status on my wounds? I want to leave." I state unhappily and glance up to meet hard eyes.

"Mostly flesh. A couple of broken ribs. Your ankle could use a rest. You twisted it." He states his eyes not leaving my own and I nod standing once more and retrieving my things before moving to the bathroom.

"Did you have to do that?" He states his eyes hard as he turns to meet mine and I look to the male surprised that he had questioned it. My eyes flicker to the door and then back to the male that stands in front of me.

"Any other time. I wouldn't have." I state honestly looking at the male in front of me. His eyes widen slightly and I turn away. "But when someone's actions result in a death. I have no sympathy for someone who didn't take the time to make sure that the officer that walked in was aware of the situation."

The memory comes rushing back as I watch Jay, the head of the gang, pull out a shot gun and point it at the cops head. He had been kneeling, his hands up in the air showing he had surrendered but that wasn't going to help him at all. Those soft blue eyes meeting mine as I struggled hard against the two men holding me to the ground. The single shot echoes throughout my brain and I can hear myself scream as I hear the body hit the cement floor with a loud thud.

Shutting the bathroom door, I pull off the thin gown the hospital provided and let out a low groan as I catch my reflection in the mirror. My chest is covered in tight white bandages revealing a few of my larger scars and tattoos. Taking a slow breath, I undo a couple of the bandages, these docs go crazy with these things, before I lean down and pull on my jeans. Double checking my wounds, I let out a short breath before lifting my arms and pulling on my tank top. Groaning louder, I pull on and zip up my hoodie, easily hiding all the wounds, before pulled on my bracelets. 

What a way to start the day.