Kryptid

Chapter 31 : awakening

Isabelle pov:

When I crawled back into consciousness it was dark in the room. I was still in the hospital bed. My body felt stiff and tired. There was something hard on my ankle. I tried sitting up to see what it was but my foot was under the covers. I leaned back down and looked at my arms. They were covered in bandages from my wrists to my elbows and in my left hand there was in I.V. oddly stuck into the skin in front of my wrist. I looked around me. The room was mostly empty except for two chairs to the right of me. Max was slumped in one of them asleep.

"Max. Max wake up." I Whispered. He jumped awake as he heard me. He squinted at me through the dark. I noticed through the window behind him that it was starting to get lighter outside. "Isabelle?" He asked groggily. "Max where's Alex. Is he ok?" I asked him worriedly. "He's ok. He alive." Max reassured me. I relaxed slightly. "Why am I in here?" I asked him. I couldn't see any legitimate reason why I was asleep in a hospital. "You fractured your ankle. Combined with the fact that you passed out and weren't breathing for a minute straight they kept you here." I moved my ankle slightly and pain lanced up my leg. I felt the brace now that held my ankle still for the most part. "How'd you find me?" I asked him. "Your cell phone. Marcus tracked it down a few hours after you left." Max told me. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked him. I was almost afraid of the answer he would give me. "2 days. You had a lot of blood taken. The doctor said you'll be weak for a couple of days." Max told me. Two days since Alex had almost died in my arms. "Where's Alex. I want to see him." I said and tried to sit up again. Spots swam in my vision. "Calm down Isabelle. He's fine he's a few doors down. There are armed guards by his room. And by yours as well." He said as he saw me trying to get up. "Guards? From who? And why?" I asked him. He smiled. "They're secret service. The president sent them. He's coming here in a few days to talk to you guys." Max told me.

Secret service. Why the hell would the president send them? A few days ago he was hunting us. I didn't trust it. "I have to get out of this bed." I told max. He opened his mouth to say something else but the door opened up. The same doctor from before came in. He looked very tired. "Good you're up. How are you feeling?" He asked me. "I'm fine. How's Alex?" I asked him, eager for information. He sighed. "Hes alive. The operation worked. He has a broken leg, a rib that was sliced cleanly in half, two hairline fractures to his skull and his lung was perforated and multiple cuts that required stitches. But he's alive. The experimental procedure I used work. It involved high tech new robots the size of cells. His body is accepting them and he's already begun to heal. I don't know how but he's healing three times faster than he should be. Normally all this injuries would take months to heal but at this rate he'll be good in about one or two." The doctor finished. I let out the breath I had been holding. "Can I see him please?" I asked him in a whisper. He nodded. "Yep. If you're feeling up to it we can get you checked out and everything will be good. I'll fetch a nurse to help you." He said and moved to walk away. "Thank you. For saving him." I told him as he started to walk out. He stopped and turned. "It's my job. Although I am curious. Is he the kid that stopped all those bombs?" He asked with a spark of curiosity in his eyes. I nodded. He stood for a second longer and left the room.

A nurse came in and took out the I.v. in my hand and helped me sit up. She brought in a boot for my ankle and told me to wear that when I was walking and then switch to the regular brace when I was sitting or not doing anything. I thanked her. She left the room and I realized I only had a hospital gown on. "Can you get me some clothes?" I asked max with a red face. He reached down into a backpack he had sitting by the chair and pulled out a pile of clothes. "I'll go out so you can change. I'll be right outside of the door if you need me." He said and handed me the clothes and left the room. I sat up and put my feet or rather one foot on the cold floor. I stood up and stripped off the stupid hospital outfit. I quickly pulled on my clothes. It was cold in the room I thought as I finished pulling on my shirt. I sat back down for a second. Everything was sore and I was still tired. It must've been the drugs they had given me. The boot on my ankle felt odd and stiff and I cursed the fact that this had happened to me. I got up slowly and walked, or limped rather, out the door.