Academy's Assassin

{14}

The smell of antiseptic hit me as I woke up, a heart monitor and the sound of a breathing machine following close behind it. I opened my eyes slowly, making sure I saw every exit before completely looking around me. I let out a small sigh, knowing Phil moved me to the "abandoned" part of the hospital, that actually wasn't abandoned.

This is part of the hospital when The Academy wants someone hidden, either for good or bad. Phil must've decided it was time to leave, especially since I was all alone in my small room. I wonder what he told them, whether he told them I was alive or not. He's told a family I died before, so it wouldn't be the first time.

I blew out a sigh before turning and unplugging the heart monitor, quickly switching off the emergency switch as well. I removed my IV and took the little heart monitor clip off of my finger, swinging my legs over the side. A pair is sweatpants and top sat in a small chair in the corner, my body practically screaming with how sore it was.

I sighed and pulled off the paper dress the hospital dressed me in, grimacing at the sight of my poor skin before I pulled the crew neck and pants on. I blew out a huff upwards, moving the hair that fell into my face out and away. I moved as quick as I could to the door, opening it to the open and bare hallway.

It didn't even look like the hospital was alive, the hallway completely dead of any noise or signs of life. I pushed myself out, walking past a set of windows only to do a double take. The night air practically stared at me, my eyes widening the slightest bit. Just how long was I out for?

I go towards the back where the private elevator stands, pushing the button for the floor Phil's office is on. I keep my head down as I walk out, the walk quiet as I quickened my pace. I knocked lightly before peeking my head in, only to smile at the sight.

Phil lay asleep on his desk, his reading glasses askew as his chest slowly rose. I chuckled as I moved forward, taking them off of his face before picking his cell phone up. My breath hitches when I saw the date and time, as well as the abundance of messages he had from Owen and Axel.

It had been a week since I got stabbed by Jade, although I'm not really sure how long I had been in that cage. It was already five am, so I couldn't decide whether or not to wake up Phil just yet. I knew he never got any sleep as it was, something I knew he had in common with Sean.

Sean.

God, just the thought of them all made my heart hurt. I felt myself fall onto the couch Phil kept in his office, my chest hurting so much as I tried to not let myself cry. I couldn't help myself as a sob racked me, my entire body falling back into the cushions.

"Oh, oh Sang..." I felt hands rubbing my arms as I peered up to Phil's bleary face. I hated crying, but right now I couldn't even help myself.

I practically launched myself at Phil, my arms wrapping themselves around him and dropping his phone onto the carpet. He kept whispering apologizes to me and trying to soothe me, but it really wasn't working. I kept thinking all of those boys, my boys.

"I can't leave Phil! I can't!" I sobbed into his shirt, my eyes squeezing shut.

"Sang, Sang darling I'm sorry. But, think about them for a moment." I pulled away slightly, my eyebrows confused as I looked back up to him. "Do you remember what happened when you were with me for too long? For only two extra weeks?"

I shuddered at the memory, an old member of the German mob had came to extract revenge for me killing a hired hand. He tied Phil up until I got back to his home before cutting Phil on the back and forcing me to watch. It was horrible, especially since Phil had to watch me kill him in his very own home.