"Hello?" I answer the phone call.
"How is everything?" The FBI lady asks.
"Good." I answer her vaguely.
"We trust you enough that you will keep us updated, without us listening in on you." She gets to the point.
She trusts me? I haven't done anything to prove that I'm the slightest bit loyal.
She's lying.
"I have?" I question.
"Just get us what we need." She says, it almost sounds like a threat.
Before I can answer her, she hangs up.
I can't tell Sawyer that they aren't listening in anymore, they still might be.
"Who was that?" Sawyer croaks.
He's laying on the couch, his eyes are closed. I thought he was asleep, when I walked away and answered the call.
I quietly walk back to my seat across from him, picking up a book.
"No one." I tell him, and concentrate on reading.
From the corner of my eye I catch him turn his head and open his eyes.
I look at him and he gives me a pointed look. I know he knows, why does he always have to ask.
He balls himself up on the couch and turns around, his back toward me.
I mindlessly start to hum, liking the feeling of raspiness coming from my sick voice.
I hear Sawyer mumble.
"What?" I ask, but he doesn't answer.
I go back to humming and reading. My eyes feel sore and they want to close on me, but I'm scared to fall asleep.
"Shut up." I hear Sawyer mumble a little louder, but don't quite catch what he says, so I ignore him.
"Shut up." Sawyer croaks louder. This time I hear him, and my humming stops.
"You're not that intimidating when you're sick." I tell him, but like every day, I'm being ignored.
I start tapping my fingers on the hard cover book, it's too quiet in here and it's suffocating me.
"Stop fucking tapping. My head is pounding." Sawyer snaps at me, and I drop the book from how startled I am.
He turns to me and glares at me, challenging me to make another sound. His eyes are red and drowsy, he looks pale.
I almost feel sorry for him, but I'm going to make his day miserable.
After our eye glaring challenge, he crosses his arms and closes his eyes.
I grab the book from the floor and start reading again, I think I'll make myself a smoothie.
I slam the book closed and Sawyer immediately gets up, but before he can chase me, I run to the kitchen.
Bad idea, everything in my head feels heavy and I start to see black.
Thankfully he doesn't follow me in here.
"Qué estás haciendo? What are you doing?" Nancy asks, walking into the kitchen.
"Nothing." I quickly tell her and she gives me a look, telling me she doesn't believe me.
"I'm trying to make a smoothie, do you know where the blender is?" I ask. She points to a cupboard behind me, and walks over to me. She takes out the blender and plugs it in.
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