Former Glory An Ex-Spy Story

Chapter Eleven

I stare at the little bottle that could decide my fate. I study it. It is a small vial of purple liquid on a chain. I open it and smell it. It smells like tea leaves and medicine. Definitely meant for healing.

Then I pull up my bandage a little bit and pour two drops of the liquid onto the wound. Instantly it burns and I wonder...Am I doing the right thing? Well...I'll know soon enough.

After begging with the doctors they finally decided to give me a wheelchair. Jackson walk in for this part and promises to wheel me around everywhere. We do have all of the same classes, but one and I'm sure someone else would do it. I tell him it's a deal.

I'm done being "fitted" for a wheelchair soon. Jackson wheels me out and says, "Chase up ahead."

"It's his fault I got shot. I hope he - Hey Chase!" I say.

"Elizabeth, "Chase says. "I'm so sorry. Lisa told us she was taking a walk. We never knew it was out of the grounds. I know it looked bad, but I would never do anything to hurt you. I had that look on my face because I was happy that I knew something you didn't. Turns out I didn't know the whole story either. I'm so sorry about what happened. You can blame me, but know I didn't intentionally get you into this. It must stink to be in a wheelchair. I'm really sorry. "

I feel bad for the guy. "I'm sorry for treating you like such a jerk Chase. I accept your apology."

I can practically hear Jackson glare.

"Urm I'm still here guys." He mutters awkwardly.

Chase laughs. "I'm sorry for tripping you, Jackson. It was an accident. I went to pick you up and my friend told me a joke so I turned around and started laughing. I'm sorry, it was the wrong move. I didn't mean to make you hate me." He looks entirely sorry.

"No," Jackson says. "I'm sorry. I mistook your actions and hated you because of it."

"It's alright." Chase laughs. "I guess we both did wrong."

That was officially the start of Chase and I being friends.