Former Glory An Ex-Spy Story

Chapter Thirteen

I pull my stomach in tightly as the doctors wrap it. It's been three weeks and my broken ribs will be healed soon. They stop wrapping and I pull my "Get Over It" shirt back over my ribs.

My entire body was sore, but I was healing quickly. I think the little vial Mr. Carter gave me is working. I definitely didn't heal in a week. Technology isn't that far along. Not even for spies. But I am healing. My ribs are knitting. My bullet wound is almost gone. My ankle is for the most part healed. My chin has been fine for a while now. I can't walk yet. But my chances are getting higher the doctors say. No more wheelchair soon, I hope.

Jackson walks in just as the doctor finishes. "Hey." He says.

"Hi." I respond.

I jump from the white hospital bed to a wheelchair. Jackson walks closer and grabs the handles of the chair. He starts rolling me out of the hospital room and we run into Chase.

Literally - my chair rolls over his foot. "Ouch!" He yells and grabs his foot hopping. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" He yells some more.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I say then make a face as if considering it. "Actually...it was Jackson's fault...he was rolling the chair..." I mad a sad face at Jackson.

"OMG like I am so offended!" He says in a valley girl accent.

Chase continues to hop clutching his foot. "OW! Seriously! This hurts!"

Jackson's face lights up. "Ooh! Ooh! I know! What'll make it better!!!"

Chase still hold his foot. "What?"

"I will reenact Elizabeth getting hurt." He walks farther into the hall.

Oh I'm scared. I think. This is Jackson's point of view. This is going to be bad.

Jackson makes a face. "Oh my gosh!" He says in a falsetto. "I cannot believe what like is like happening. My bff like forever like might be like dead like oh no!" He says and pantomimes climbing a fence.

Suddenly he falls foreward. "Whoops. I am SUCH a klutz. I just broke my rib." He giggles in a high pitched voice. He does it again. "Silly me."
"<Insert falling from fence.>" He says dramatically, but in his own voice. That's an improvement. "Oh my gosh I broke a nail!" Jackson yells shrilly. "Aaaaand....DEATH!" He yells.

"Jackson I'm not dead." I tell him.

"Could've fooled me." He says in his own voice.

"Just to tell you - you played a terrible me. " Everyone laughs and it leaves me wondering...Where is Leanne? Could the traitor have gotten to her?

"No one can be you." Jackson says simply.

Those simple words make my train of thought falter and I smile. Maybe everything would turn out fine...