Save Us From Their Long Run

Insight & Despair

Unknown POV

"And we have her completely on our side?"

"Completely, she's already begun participating in missions."

"Great, we need to make sure Ms. Mitchell is aware of her doings, crush any hope of getting Ms. Anderson back. I have another job for you as well. The boy of Radner, I want him out of the way.He's become suspicious, we need him gone before he expresses it to her. It was a big blow for her to see a person so dear become lost to them, but to see another die before her eyes? It has to break her. Remember that, I need her so crushed she remembers everything. Then, and only then, can we make our moves to take our enemy out."

"Steps will be taken to make her aware. We'll have him gone before they leave the hospital. But I don't understand why you can't take measures yourself to return those memori-"

"Are you questioning my methods?"

"No Ms. Davis. Everything will be seen to."

"Wonderful, see to it then".

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"Wake the hell up dude! Or do you prefer the hospital to your own bed?" she taunted.

That got me up.

I opened my eyes and slowly sat up, learning my lesson from the day before. But I was very determined today, I had set a goal right before I fell asleep last night. I would see Tyler today and I would not let him know how badly I was hurt, no matter what. It may seem selfish, but I had another shattered dream, and I hated having to repeatedly see the guilt in his eyes in the helicopter. He would think I was okay, even if it killed me.

I swung my legs over the bed, ignoring the stabbing pain in my stomach and head and standing up. I almost immediately fell back onto the bed. I swore, trying a slower approach this time,with a worried Breanna holding my arm up. She helped me into the bathroom, giving me fresh clothes to change into. It took me a while, long enough for Bree to knock on the door and ask if I fell asleep, but I still dressed myself and damn I was proud. I found it a lot harder to walk alone. I hobbled to the door, Breanna helping me, and having to take a moment to catch my breath.

By the time we had passed two rooms I had already stopped to take a breather about four times. Just two more I told myself, and I could make sure he was alright. That got me going. Without having to take a breath I walked to his room, standing in the doorway as he slept soundly, a new pair of clothes lying on the bedside table.

I walked by myself to his side, wincing at his many, many bandages. "It's not as bad as it looks." came his croaky voice. I shifted my gaze back to him, taking into account the cuts and bruises on his face. "How bad is it?" I asked tentatively. "Worse." he smiled, but I felt my frown deepen.

"Wait crap I was joking I'm fine Ave really."

I lifted one side of my mouth, then broke into a grin. "Good, then we're both okay." I told him.

His expression darkened for a moment, but then went back to normal so quickly I might have imagined it. "We're leaving?" he asked.

"Yeah, couple of minutes actually."

He nodded, turning his head and looking around the room. I watched his gaze linger on his clothes in the corner of the room and took it as my cue to leave.

Slowly walking out I made sure I was at least a room away before I began to hobble and limp back to my room. I took a peek at the calendar hanging on the wall, and cringed. July 17th. Was it really July? It had been so long since I paid any attention to the days that we spent with Lydia.