Kissable Assassin

Chapter 14

"Don't want your hand this time. I'll save myself. Maybe I'll wake up for once. Not tormented daily defeated by you. Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom."

"Adriane! Look at that! You just haaad to grab the blade!" Sean growls in frustration.

"Well sorry! We can't really change that now! It’s either fixing it myself, death, or hospital! And frankly, I don't think that I can do it myself!"

"If we take you to a hospital then they'll ask questions that we can't answer!"

"You know what? Lets answer them anyway! I think Cathar has gotten away with enough!" I yell.

"Expose him, and he'll expose us!" He shoots back.

"We were forced!"

"Not me! I wasn't forced before that. And for a while when I was in Cathar's band, it was willingly as well! I'm sorry Adriane, but that's the truth and if we go to a hospital, they'll ask questions we can't answer!"

I'm silent for a moment. Then I say, "We can tell them that you found me in the woods with the cut. I can say that I blacked out. Say the last thing I remember was a guy coming at me with a knife. It could work."

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"Adriane?" I hear Sean's voice. I manage a moan and start to feel my body stir. With a few struggles, I sit up and open my eyes.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to please not move so much," Another voice presses in an odd accent. Maybe Scottish.

"Shove off, Doc," I murmur absentmindedly. I try to bring my hands up to rub my eyes, but my wrist is restrained. I look at it and see a bandage wrapped around it and a tube coming out of it. My first instinct is to rip it out, but I know it won't fly with the doctors. Neither did my moving around.

"Miss, please. You need to take it slowly. You've been out for two days now and your brain needs time to adjust," The voice says again. I look to see where the voice was coming from, and of course see a balding man with a white doctor's jacket with glasses and a clipboard. I want to tell him that my brain is used to recovering from being knocked out, but that won't help.

Instead, I go with, "I'm fine, man. Just let me outta here and you can carry on your daily duties."

"Um, I don't think so, Miss....urm..." He looks at his clipboard, "Lindsay."

Lindsay? Really? Is that the only name Sean could think to give me? I look around the room and see Sean and Delia in the corner. I glare at Sean and he makes a gesture that could've been a substitute for an apology.

"We're going to have to contain you until a guardian comes and gets you. We are also required by law to ensure that you take a form therapy to deal with whatever your problem is," The doctor continues.

"Problem? I don't have a problem!" I exclaim.

"Doctor Reynolds, I told you I saw a man running away from her when I found her. It wasn't a suicide attempt," Sean spoke from the other side of the room, irritation ringing in his voice.

"Sir, it is a sign of attempted suicide and even if it wasn't, we're still required to take her into therapy," Doc argues.

"I don't need to be therapy! I'm fine! If I called you suicidal, you'd be angry too!" I shout at him.

"Miss Lindsay! I assure you that as a doctor, I am quite the opposite of suicidal, so that would be very irrational to even claim," He argues. His accent was getting on my nerves. Without responding, I unwrap the bandage from my wrist and pull out the needle.

"I'm sooo not doing this," I growl.

"Miss Lindsay! Mr. Nicholson! She needs to be taken straight to the isolation room immediately! Miss Lindsay! Please stop fussing with your-"

"Shut up!" I scream furiously. A large man appears in the room and grabs my thrashing hands. He's thrown off by my strength from the years of training and has to fumble with my wrists for a moment.

"Doctor, please! I told you what I saw and I can assure you it wasn't suicide. Ad-urn-Lindsay is just upset because of your misunderstanding," Sean interrupts.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But even at that, the aftermath of such a traumatizing experience can be quite...urn... traumatizing," The doctor explains as he gestures toward the antics behind him before I’m carried off, kicking and screaming, to the cushioned room.

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"Adriane! Adriane! Wake up!" Someone is yelling in my ear. I immediately snap out of sleep and look up at Sean. I briskly stand and look at him expectantly.

I still never know who leans in first.

But I know who pulled away.

"You have foam cubes on your hands," Sean mutters.

"Whatever. What are you doing?" I ask.

"Busting you out! Listen, I'm going to leave, and you're going to try to come out with me. Then we're going to try to get out. Delia is in the car. Just get the boxes off your hands, and then use your switchblade," He whispers in my ear, slipping it into the pocket of the hospital scrubs. Why would they be stupid enough to give us pockets? I nod.

He knocks on the door and slips out, before it bangs open and Mr. Nicholson is on the floor. Sean grabs his keys and unlocks the cuff on the first square. I take it in hand and unlock the second one before I follow him out.

"Hey! Get back here!" Dr. Reynolds yells from down the white hallway behind us. Then we burst into movement, racing for the door. A few of the men try to stop us, but one hit from both me and Sean, and they're down. We open the door and dash out.

We charge down the hall, ignoring the calls of protest behind us. When we reach the elevator, I smack the down button so many times my hand hurts.

"Miss Lindsay! This is not necessary!" Reynolds shouts, advancing on us. The door opens and we're in it before it's completely expanded, and the hitting of the button begins again. The door begins to close.

Then I see the toe of a white shoe blocking us from escape.

"You know, your accent doesn't make you sound that intimidating," I laugh, before pointing my switchblade at him.

"Miss Lind-"

"Stop calling me that!" I yell. "Back off!" He holds his hands up and steps back. Sean presses the button, and then we go down.