Former Glory An Ex-Spy Story

Chapter Ten

Lisa is crumpled right outside of the gates. Her side is bleeding profusely. It looks like she's been shot - at least once. "No!" I scream. I pull myself up and over the seventy foot iron gate.

Leanne looks scared out of her mind and then starts screaming and claws at the gate. But she doesn't climb it.

Jackson follows me, but isn't as fast as me. I'm just so desperate. My hands and feet get burns and once I slam into the iron fence and I hear - at least one of my ribs crack. Broken.

When I get to the other side of the wall I fall a couple feet and land with a twisted ankle. Sprained, probably. Could be broken.

I can tell I'm in shock. I don't feel any pain and I don't see or hear Jackson or Leanne. Instead I get up from my fallen position and grab Lisa's hand. "Lisa!" I scream, but I can't tell if I said it put loud or not.

Jackson climbs over and grabs my shoulders and shakes me. He yells something that I can't hear. That's when I feel the worst pain imaginable. I fall to the ground and clutch my leg. I pull my hand off and blood is everywhere. I can tell event hough my shock, that I had been shot. That's what Jackson was trying to say. But through my shock I didn't hear anything. Anything at all. My head bounced back after I hit the ground and the last thing I remember thinking is Who can I trust anymore? And then everything fades to black.

I wake up in a hospital bed and start screaming. I can't hear my screams, but I can tell that they come out of my mouth by doctors rushing to me. I bet they want me to shut my mouth, but I can't. I can tell then, that I have stitches under my chin. The doctors say something like, "You'll rip your stitches!" but none of it reaches me.

Instead I scream some more. I scream and scream and scream until I see Jackson. He runs over and I collapse into his arms. He is talking, but I can't he a word he says. Again something like "You'll rip you stitches!" but I don't hear him.

"Lisa?" I whisper. He looks sad. "We don't know." I hear him finally; pulling myself out of shock. It was hard, but I did it. I just had to think rationally and remember why I'm here.

"Oh." I say. "How is she?"

"Not good. Will she survive? Maybe." He answers. Then he asks, "How did you pull yourself out of shock so fast?"

I start to cry and laugh at the same time. "It's not a spy thing to be in shock."

He hugs me tighter. "Are you going to be OK?"

"I don't know." I say. I feel my chin. "Stitches under my chin and I think on the back of my head, sprained ankle, a few broken ribs, surgery to remove the bullet. " Then I start to cry. "Almost the only thing I heard through my shock was that-" I start to sob to hard to speak. Jackson pulls away. "I might never be able to walk again!" I sob some more.

"You will." He says determinedly.

I get up steadying my leg. I stand and my leg slides out from under me. I squeal and Jackson catches me by the elbows. Pain shoots all the way up the my thigh. I scream again and I doctor rushes in and pushes Jackson away and helps me back into bed. I push the doctor out of my way and study my surroundings.

This is the school's infirmary. The walls are a plain white and light blue. This section was added to the mansion when the government decided that it would be a spy school to train its operatives.

I stand up and put most of my weight on my right leg as soon as the doctor leaves the room. My left leg was shot pretty bad and I'm scared about what the scar will look like. Then I even out the weight and can't help but cry out. The pain is excruciating. But I stand through it and take a step. Before I know it I take two steps.

And then I fall on my butt.

I get up and manage to climb in bed. The second I my body lands on the bed Mr. Carter comes in. He unwraps the white bandages on my leg. He puts a scar cream on the wound which makes me cry out and gives me two liquids. "One for the pain and one for quicker healing!" He says chipper even though I could possibly never walk again. As spies we have access to more advanced medical equipment. Most of it is in testing and highly dangerous though.

Then he looks around and then back at me and hands me another bottle. "I'm not supposed to give you this, but if you pour it on your leg - two drops a day - it should enable you to walk in the future. It's dangerous though. It only works on some people usually with a certain blood type. You have this blood type, but you were given blood so no one is sure if it will work. If if does you will be able to walk regularly in about a week."

I stare at him and squeal, "A week! Thank you Mr. Carter!"

"You're welcome, Elizabeth." He starts to walk away and then says. "You need to be careful about who you trust."

"I don't know who to trust anymore!"

He turns with a sad smile as he walks out he says, "Exactly."