The Man From U.N.C.L.E: Foul Play

Chapter 17

Illya's Pov
Hours of fighting had passed until our side had finally won. About an hour after the fight had passed a couple of cars pulled up. Alexander hopped out of one of the cars and walked towards us.
"Come on," Alexander said, "I have some nice hotel rooms waiting for you all and expensive champagne. You all deserve it."

Everyone got into a car and we drove for a while and showed up to a hotel at around midnight. Everyone made their way up to Alexander's room with people staring at us. We entered and there was around ten bottles of champagne and a big table filled with food. Alexander popped open bottles and poured everyone glasses. He gave a toast and everyone cheered. I took a sip of mine. Gaby sat her glass down and looked at me.
"I'm glad you're alright," she said.
"And I'm glad you're alright," I replied.
She smiled and we kissed.

Someone put a record on the player and music rang through out the room, everywhere from Patsy Cline to the Beatles.

I made a huge plate of food, I hadn't eaten in forever. I wasn't very used to this American food but I didn't care, I was very hungry.

A couple minutes later, the medic in the room sat Napoleon down. Everyone crowded around Napoleon has the medic worked on his face.
"Is it bad?" Napoleon asked.
"No," I lied, "it's fine...I mean...women might not be attracted to you for about ten years...but it's fine."
Napoleon rolled his eyes.
The medic poured a liquid on a cloth placed it on a cut. Napoleon yelled.
"IT BURNS LIKE HELL," he said gritting his teeth.
Everyone laughed.
"It's not funny!" Napoleon said shaking his head. "It's not!"
I patted him on the shoulder.
"Ow," Napoleon said.
"Looks like you got a nasty cut on your shoulder," the medic said, "take off your shirt and let me inspect it."
Napoleon threw his shirt on the ground. The medic cleaned the cut and Napoleon gritted his teeth. The medic then wrapped bandage around his shoulder.
"Alright Napoleon," the medic said, "go lie down and rest."
"While everyone else is partying?" Napoleon asked.
"Yes," the medic replied.
Napoleon sighed and stood up. He walked to a bedroom down the hall and closed to door.
"I will bring him something to eat," Shannon said walking over to the food table.