Gunpowder

Chapter 2

     I had never liked hospitals. The rooms smelling musty and of fresh paint that had barely begun to dry. The walls equivalent to the color of spoiled milk. All of the nurses coming in and acting like they're there to help you but secretly hoping you get hurt again so that they get paid more. There was one nurse that I distinctly l remember. She was the worst of all of them at the time! Always getting me things, turning the light intensity in the room down, asking me how I was doing. Her name? I'm sure I called her Nurse Catell at the time. Yeah, pretty sure that's what I addressed her as. Anyway, anytime I accidentally raised my hand even the slightest bit and pain coursed through my body, she brought me painkillers and medicine to help the pain go away. I'm not sure if she was even supposed to give me anything without the Doctor's orders, but she did anyway.
     Shelly (my best friend) was in Paris with her fiancé at the time since it was their first anniversary, so she wasn't able to ever come and visit me in the hospital. But, strangely enough, Nurse Catell did bring in someone to see me the day after I entered the gloomy hospital. A tall man wearing a new-looking tuxedo waked in with nurse Catell. At first, I didn't recognize him. Then, it hit me like a boulder. Well, more like it hit me like the limousine that this damn man was driving not 24 hours earlier! Either way, the realization hit me hard. This was the man that was driving the limousine! This man was the whole reason why I ended up in that hospital in the first place.
     "Mrs. Sporrow, your husband has come to see you," Nurse Catell informed me.
It took me a few seconds to register what the nurse said. Did she just say this man is my husband? The man that ran me over? It sounded like the nurse needed to be transferred from a regular hospital to a mental one, and not as a nurse. "Sorry it took me so long for me to get here, darling," the man said, his dazzling blue eyes locked on mine.
     I don't exactly know how to explain the emotions that were dancing in those beautiful blue eyes of his. It was a mixture of fury and amusement, like he was challenging me to argue. I felt as if his eyes, his dazzling blue eyes, were drowning me in a sea of confusion, anger, and irrationality. Thoughts flew through my head, and deciding this man was dangerous, I retained from arguing.
     "It's no problem at all," I responded, not looking away from his eyes.
     "I'll leave you two alone," Nurse Catell said in a sing-song voice as she turned and strolled out the door, her high heels clip-clapping against the tile floor.
     The man thanked her before securing the door shut and turning back to me. He walked over and sat on the chair next to my large hospital bed.
     "Natalia Sporrow," his low voice chimed through the air.
     "You're the man that ran me over," I concluded in a voice filled with pain and anger. "You're the whole reason I'm laying here right now."
     He looked as though he was thinking it over for a minute before responding. "Indeed, Ms. Sporrow."
     "Why?!" I blurted out, not able to control the mixture of awe (at his beauty, duh) and fury (at the fact that he caused me to be where I was: the hospital) rushing through my veins.
     He let out a small chuckle, his dimple visible again. He ran a hand through his dark hair, and that's when I noticed the small microphone wrapped around his ear and the cord running from it and trailing down his back. A million thoughts ran through my head at once. Holy crap! What the heck is he wearing?! Is he recording this conversation? Is this man a cop? Wait, what if he's an FBI agent? What did I do? Maybe he saw when I was yelling at that store manager a few years ago and decided to arrest me for it! Wait, that doesn't make any sense at all! Whatever! I'm. Dead.
     "Well, Ms. Sporrow-" he said, snapping me back to reality before I interrupted him.
     "Don't call me that! It makes me uncomfortable. My name is Natalia."
     "Ms. Sporrow," he continued, completely ignoring my demand. "I am with the American Mafia."

     My heart skipped a beat and I could feel my body temperature rising rapidly. He must have noticed the look on my face because he smirked once more and let out another low chuckle that made a chill run up my spine. I could hear the beeping of the heart monitor next to me getting louder and quicker.

     "And your family has something of value to us," the man informed me, a look of pure amusement on his face.

     "My family is dead," I struggled to keep my voice hushed.

     "Ms. Sporrow," he laughed coldly, throwing his head back before returning his gaze to me and continuing. "That's what they want you to think."

*Hey! Back with the second chapter! Sorry about not posting in a while... I honestly got really lazy with this. Whoops! I have school, but I'll try to post more. Promise! :P*