Avengers: The Recruits (On Hold)

Chapter 17

  ***WARNING***
  Okay everyone, I just want to go ahead and warn you about this first scene. It contains some sad/graphic stuff and if you are not comfortable with that please fill free to skip to the end of the italicized section. Please take this advice seriously if you are not comfortable with reading anything somewhat gory or anything that involves surgery/flat lining.

  Victor's POV:
   I toss over in the hotel bed for the hundredth time tonight, laying alone with only my restless thoughts to comfort me. I toss again, growing angrier by the minute. Letting out a loud annoyed huff, I shove the blankets off of myself and turn to my right to look at the bedside clock. 1:30 AM. I roll my eyes and get up,making my way to the bathroom after turning on a dim light.
   Quietly, I grab a glass cup and turn on the water from the sink,filling my cup halfway. I slowly bring the cup up to my mouth and I take several sips. Finally finishing my drink,I then sit the cup down onto the black marble countertop. My sleepy gaze travels up to the mirror and I find bags underneath my drowsy eyes. My eyebrows scrunch together slightly as I take notice of the color of my eyes,which is now darker than usual...most likely due to the poor lighting,but I can't help but think of the color of Harley's eyes.
I wonder what she is doing right now, I tell myself, hopefully she is getting better sleep than I am. A sigh escapes my nostrils as I sit the cup down and then make my way out of the bathroom and towards the window. I pull back the thick curtains only to be met with a starry night sky. My thoughts continue to drift as I think about her. I miss her.
   Closing the curtains back, I then make my way back into bed and pull the now cool covers back on me. You should have told her how you feel, I begin nagging myself, you had several chances before she had to leave. A troubled breathe of air escapes my nostrils as my eyes grow heavy and I tell myself, I hope she's okay.

   "Harley!" A distant voice shouts as my vision is clouded with tears. "Don't do this!" The distant voice is mine as I bang my hand against a glass window. I stand amongst shadows while on the other side of the glass window are nurses and doctors,standing around a bleeding body. Her blood stained body that will turn into a corpse if the operators do not do anything to save her.
"Don't do this to me baby," I whisper and then I add with a pleading voice "please."
I watch the scene before my eyes as nurses quickly cut off the bottom of her blood stained tank top...only to reveal a deep gash in her stomach. Her body is growing paler and paler by the second. Blood slowly oozes out of the wound before nurses begin trying to stop the bleeding. Beep...beep...beep..beep..beep beep,her heart rate speeds up on the heart monitor, beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep-
beeeeeeeeeeeeeep- the sound that I have been dreading fills my ears as I begin to panic as I watch her heart rate flat line on the monitor. "No!" I shout in agony. "No! No! No!"
Sorrowful noises surround me as I bang my fist against the window again as nurses begin using a defibrillator to restart her heart. "Don't do this to me Harley!" My heart is tearing to shreds as I continue to hear that flat line. "Don't do this! You can't do this!" My face is wet from the waterfalls of tears that I have streaming down my face, but nothing else matters anymore as I watch the nurses try to restart her heart again for the second time. "I love you-"
   "No!" I wake myself up with a shout. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as a hollow feeling grows within my mind. Feeling as if my heart is being squeezed, tears form in my eyes and the next thing I know I am pressing my hands to my face as the tears begin falling. "Harley,"I groan with a mournful voice.

  The next morning...
   I wake up with the sun shining too brightly in my face. I don't remember leaving those curtains open...
   "Dude what are you doing still in bed?"
   I jump at the sudden voice and look towards the door that opens to the room next to mine,only to find John standing with his arms crossed looking at me with disapproval. I send him a glare for asking me questions at this time of day. "Woah man," he says holding up his hands as I get out of bed with a death glare "you alright?"
   Without looking at him I ball up my fist and growl through gritted teeth "I'm fine."
   "You sure?" He questions me again.
I slowly turn to face him with my jaw clenched. "I am,"I slowly say "fine."
His eyes study the bags underneath mine as I stand there glowering at him. Without saying anything, he pulls in his lips and nods his head slightly before walking back into his room. Guilt floods my chest as I sigh in defeat and call out "Hey John."
   "Yeah,"he replies as he leans back in the doorway.
   "I'm sorry for earlier," I mumble "I didn't...sleep well."
   "It's cool man,"he responds and then adds "I have nights like that too." With that being said, he then goes back to his room to let me start getting ready for the mission.