Hostage *EDITING*

Chapter 11

Lion's P.O.V.

My girls are out here. Out here somewhere. I just have to figure out where.

It's funny you know, when you think you know someone so well, and then they just turn on you. Like they were a stranger this entire time. A stranger that had stolen your heart, stolen your life. I thought I knew Kitten, I did. But I was wrong. She shot me, me. Her savior, her father.

The thought was weird, thinking about it. I was a father now. Father. It was a foreign word that sounded nicely in my head.

"Father," I whispered to myself. I smirked in satisfaction, "Father."

I made my way back into the hospital I had once inhabited weeks ago from my bullet wound. It would make sense that if Kitten got hurt during the commotion she'd be here right? She'd need a parent signature to leave anyway, if she was here. Or she'd be at a police station. I'd have to be careful if I went there to look for her.

That's why this hospital was my best bet.

"Hello, welcome," The lady at the counter spoke, not very enthusiastically, but her eyes seemed to out shine any star I've ever seen.

"Y-yeah," I gulped, getting lost in her eyes, "D-do you have a patient named Kit- I mean, uh, Jessica?" I internally cringe speaking her 'real' name. Kitten was her real name now, but they don't know that. It's revolting, they don't have a clue.

"Jessica who? You have to be more specific sir," She said in a concerned tone. Her eyes narrowed on me as I thought of a response.

I struggle finding an answer, "F- fa... Faye.. Faye! Jessica Faye," I answer hurriedly.

"Sorry, she's a.. really close... friend... of mine," I stumble on my words trying to come up with an answer, "I haven't been able to locate the hospital she's in, I've been to a few other's trying to find her but haven't had any luck."

She nods, eyeing me as if she didn't completely believe me.

She turns to her computer, typing something in. Her fingers move swiftly across the keys before hitting enter.

"Room 336," She says cautiously.

My jaw drops in shock, "Really?? Thank you so much!"

I run over to the elevator without waiting for a response.

I hit the button for the third floor, after awkwardly squeezing through someone who was leaning against the key pad.

I can't believe she's here, she's really here.

She didn't really mean to shoot me, right? There has to be a reason, that's not like her, right?

The elevator dings, signaling my floor.

I squeeze through the door way and make my way down the hall. Time seemed to go in slow motion right then, each step getting slower... and slower...

I reached her door after what seemed like an eternity of walking down the hallway. Looking back down the hallway, it wasn't even that long.

I knock on the door, even though I really just wanted to bust through and see her right then and there.

After getting no response, I knocked again, a bit louder this time. Maybe I was being ridiculous, what if there was another Jessica Faye?

I still got no response. This time, I opened the door. The room was all white, and had no windows. How odd...

Laying limp on the bed, located on the opposite wall, was her. Maybe somewhere there was another Jessica Faye, but there was only one Kitten.

She lay in a peaceful slumber, her head tilted slightly to the side while the rest of her face the ceiling above. There were tubes and wires running all over the place, all somehow connecting together. The beeping of the heart monitor was soothing. Normally OI would find it annoying, much like I did my own merely weeks ago, but not this time. I knew from it that she was alive, and ok as of right now. She had a few casts here and there, but other that and some  scrapes and bruises she looked fine.

I didn't realize I was crying until a hot tear streamed down my face onto the floor. I wiped my face and made my way over to her, taking a seat next to the bed.

I took ahold of her left had.

"It's ok Kitten, Lion's here now," I coo softly, "Daddy's here." The words don't sound foreign this time around, only genuine and real, like I've said it a thousand times.

"Excuse me, who are you?" I jump at the voice that broke the silence in the room. It sounded emotionless, almost robotic.

I jump up from where I was sitting, letting go of Kittens hand in the process.

I wipe the remaining tears from my face before speaking up.

"I'm Henry, Jessica's father," I reply, speaking confidently through the tears. I reach my hand out to shake his hand. He gives a firm shake before replying.

"I'm Doctor James, pleased to meet you."

I give a small 'Hm' and a nod in response.

"May I ask why neither you or anyone else has visited Miss. Faye since she's been here? We were prepared to call child services because we could not find any records of her," He asks, partially skeptical, but mostly in a generally concerned voice.

"Yes, my apologies," I begin, trying to come up with a quick story that'll work as an excuse, "You see, when she first got hurt, Jessica ran away from home. My wife and I had been looking for her on our own little 'search mission'. We were told by some neighborhood homeless that she'd been taken to a hospital, but that was all they knew. We didn't know how accurate the information was, but it was our best shot. Then I stumbled in here and the lady at the desk said she was here. I tried knocking on the room door, but no one answered, so I let myself in."

He nods, jotting a few things down on his clip board. I hope he bought my lame story.

"I'll... be right back. It was nice meeting you Mr. Faye," He said quickly before leaving the room. I guess he assumed my last name was the same as her's. I didn't have time to worry about that now, only getting Kitten out of here, but I don't exactly know what's wrong with her.

I search around the room for any papers or- well anything- that could tell me what was wrong with her. I mean, obviously she had broken bones, but shouldn't she be awake? Or have woken up during our conversation? I might need to jack some of this hospitals medicine if there is more to this, I want to be sure I'm not hurting her more than I have by leaving.

Now, all I need is an escape route.

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WHoa guys, I'm back. My novel for school is complete and omfg was it a lot of work. I could sleep for days now that I don't have to worry about it xD

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Lets hope I wasn't a lazy bum and I actually put this up on December 1st. (That's my plan since I made you guys wait a month D:)

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