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Chapter 40 - Aftermath

*Noah's POV*

I carry Lacey's limp body into the examination room, she's covered in blood, red marks and forming bruises. I got off lucky this time, I fired a couple of bullets as I trailed behind her and then punched some guy in the face before he could beat me to it and knock me out.

"Such a young girl," Ange the duty doctor says, "such a broken body...."

I place her down on the table gently, I stare down at her pale skin and thin body. Any life that was once there has been drained; too many secrets, too many lies, too much bloodshed.
She didn't need this, she doesn't deserve it.

I take a step back as I watch Ange and another nurse examine her, I feel my heart crack a little more when I notice her tear stained cheeks. The struggle that she had to go through. She must have been so frightened.
I feel a hand being placed on my shoulder, I look up to see my dad with a look of sympathy on his face.
"How is she?" He asks Ange.

She puts the stethoscope back around her neck and turns around to look at us, "she's okay, she's going to be in pain when she wakes up but she'll be okay,"
Ange reassures us, "she's badly bruised, has a few cracked ribs and some wounds on her body from where she was grabbed but she'll be okay. She'll need an IV line though."

I release a breath I didn't realise I was holding, I walk over to her and put her hand in mine. I know for a fact that she won't like this IV line, I know she wouldn't have it put in if she was awake. So the least I can do is support her whilst she's unconscious lying on the table.

I rub circles onto her skin when I notice Ange pushing the needle into her vein, she secures the line and then hangs the bag of fluids on a stand.
"She can go back to your room," she smiles, "but I'll have to pay a visit in a few hours to have the needle removed, once finished with just put the bag we'll just put it in the bin."

I look over to my dad who nods giving me the queue to scoop Lacey up and take care of her, he wheels the bag on the stand alongside of us as we make our way through the many many corridors.

"I can't leave you and Lacey in this building for much longer," my dad confesses as we step out of the lift and into the private corridor where our room is, "you're just not safe."

He scans his ID and I kick the door open, "what do you mean?"

"He knows you're here, so we've got to wipe the trail clean. I need to find how he's tracking Lacey, how did he know you were here?" He wonders aloud.

"Because he's a twisted pr*ck!" I spit angrily as I lay Lacey down on the bed before covering her body with the duvet.

"Yes, but there is some way that he's doing it and she holds the answers," he says looking down at her.

I know he's planning something, I know he has an idea. I know my dad when he has a plan, but I bet Lacey would have said the same thing until a couple of days ago.

"What are you going to do now?" I ask sighing, "she's already been through enough."

"I need to test her Ark, I need to see if there are any more secrets," he says dragging the palm of his hand down his face, "we don't know what other secrets there might be? She knows nothing, it's not her fault. But if she's to stand a chance then I have to do this."

And with that he walks out of the room leaving me speechless, he's right though. Who knows what else we don't know? But more importantly, what she doesn't know?