An eventful night

Chapter 3

When Flynn woke up the next morning he had to adjust to the surroundings. The sun had already risen. It must not have been later than noon. Maybe ten o'clock. He was laying on the couch, his shirt opened and a tight bandage was wrapped around his abdomen. He remembered Lucy taking care of the wound when he fell asleep at the end. At the thought of her he sat up abruptly. He regretted it the moment he sat up when a sharp pain shot through his body. He put his hand on the wound and tried to focus on something else until the pain subsided. He looked around and found Lucy fallen sleep on one of the chairs. Her head rested on one arm on the table. Flynn smiled softly at the picture of her being here with him waiting for him to wake up. He got up to get some water when Lucy stirred. He watched her opening her eyes and looking around sleepily.

"Morning," he greeted her pouring some water into two glasses.

"You shouldn't be running around with that wound," was the first thing that came out of her mouth. She immediately went to his side, ready to argue with him. Flynn laughed when he heard her concern over him and his wellbeing.

"I just wanted to get some water," was all he said. He handed her one glass of water which she took gratefully. Within an instant the glass was empty and back on the kitchen table.

"Either way, you need to get some rest. I didn't fix your wounds so just that you can ruin my work." Her eyes were telling him that she was serious and she didn't take a no for answer.

"So you worry about me?"

"No," it shot out of her mouth. "I mean...yes. Of course I do. I don't want you laying dead in front of me."

Flynn was amused obviously as he smiled at her. That smile distracted her in a way she didn't understand. He smiled at her once before. That was before he got arrested by Agent Denise Christoper and her guards. His smile was soft and sincere. She wondered if he had smiled more often before the death of his family.

"Believe me, Lucy. I have been in far worse situations than this. I think I can handle this one."

"Well, I haven't been and I don't want to be in such a situation this time. So would you please get back to that sofa and rest. I'll get you anything you want." When she said that she saw kindness, warmth and something else in his eyes, that she couldn't quiet describe.

"Anything?"

He was playing with her. She could hear the teasing in his voice. She had to roll her eyes. Men.

"Argh, would you please sit down."

He put his hands up defiantly, drank the water so that he could put it back next to Lucy's glass and went back to the couch. All the way walking back Lucy watched him. She had to smile to herself how the two of them were acting with each other. Something about him made her feel at ease in that moment. There was no Mason Industries, or Rittenhouse or anyone else. Maybe she could get to know more of him. She followed him to the couch with a chair in one hand. Putting it next to him she sat down and waited for him to get comfortable.

"What happened? How did you get out?"

His face grew darker when she asked that questions. "I was looking for an opportunity to get out of there and took it. They didn't notice it until I was already a couple of miles away."

"Who is behind all of this? I know Rittenhouse but who precisely?"

"It is not just one person, Lucy. There are more of them." He ran a hand through his dark hair, when he tried to remember all their faces and names.

"But who? And why are they after you so desperately?"

"Until yesterday evening I didn't know for sure who else but when I saw your sister, I had another name to the many faces."