American Assassin | Completed

Chapter 6: Nightmare

•Mitch's P.O.V.

I was in a hospital. That chair I was sitting at was so hard, besides the fact that I didn't know how was Yn, it all gave me anxiety.

Two hours passed by, Yn was still in surgery. Why hadn't I acted faster? Why? She could have been fine by now if I had taken her knife right away. But no. I had to use words. Like I'm good at them. I'm fucking not.

While I was thinking, punishing myself, at the corner of my eye I saw a man in a black hood. I thought he was waiting for someone but few seconds later I figured he was looking at me.

It was suspicious. I stood up and started walking towards him, but the doctor that was operating Yn stopped me.

"Mr. Rapp?" "Yes." "We did everything we could. Now we are just waiting for her to wake up. When she does, you can see her." "Thank you, doctor."

Why did he have to start the sentence like that? I thought she died. Her fight wasn't over, she had to wake up.

And she did.

I carefully entered the room she was in. Yn was so pale, and weak. She lost a lot of blood.

Doctor said she woke up but I entered the room to find her eyes closed. She took a little nap while she was waiting for me.

"Hey..." I whispered, slowly sitting on a chair next to her bed, holding her hand. She opened her eyes.

"Hey..." She barely said. "How are you holding up?" "Uh... I don't know... Good, I guess." I could see her sight was blurry so she strongly closed her eyes and opened them again, to gain a better vision.

"You rock that beard." She said when she looked at me. I forced a smile on my face so she can feel better. But I wasn't in a mood for smiling. I could have lost her.

"I'm gonna grab us something to eat." She nodded as I said that. I had to get out and clean my mind. That was a mistake.

When I came back, her doors were open.

"Shit."

•Your P.O.V.

When Mitch went to get some food, I closed my eyes for few seconds to get some more rest.

I heard some footsteps approaching.

"Mitch, did you get the food?" "Oh, yes, your favourite."

That wasn't Mitch's voice.

I opened my eyes, but before I saw anything, a man had put a pillow on my face in intention of suffocating me.

"No! N-" I couldn't let out a scream because of the pillow's fabric that covered my mouth.

My hand was trying to reach anything that was on a table next to my bed.

I managed to grab some scissors and stabbed him in the arm.

He let go of me and rushed outside. That's when Mitch came running.

"I saw him running out! Are you okay!? Did you see who it was!?" He placed his hands on my face. "No... I don't know who he was... I couldn't see... H-he tried to kill me with a pillow and I-I stabbed him with scissors..." "It's okay. You're okay. We'll get that son of a bitch." Mitch said as he hugged me, his chin resting on mu head.

"Come on. We are going." He suddenly said as he grabbed me, and started carrying me. I surrounded his neck with my arms. I wasn't even trying to rebel. I knew that hospital wasn't safe for the both of us.

When we got to our apartment, he carefully put me down on the bed.

"Mitch?" He turned around to face me. He was about to bring me some food. "Thank you... For everything an-" "You don't have to say anything." "Yes, I do." I said it right away, almost interrupting him. "And I'm sorry. I was stupid to pull that shit off. That was selfish and I will never try to leave you. Ever again." He only nodded and gratefully smiled.

*Eighteen months since the shooting* •Mitch's P.O.V.

I was lying on a beach. The sun lighted my skin, wind caressing my whole body. What a happy place.

I felt someone beside me. I opened my eyes, hoping to find the love of my life lying beside me.

As soon as I opened them, I saw Katrina, with a bullet hole right on her forehead. Dead. Staring at me.

Fucking nightmare.

I woke up in my apartment. Sweaty, my beard was soaked in sweat, but also cold. My whole body was uncontrollable, shaking. Suddenly I felt a grip on my hand.

Yn.

"Look at me. Talk to me, Mitch." "I-I can't..." My voice was fading out.

"It's okay. Just a stupid nightmare. Hey..." She turned my head towards her, forcing me to look at her. "Breathe..." She managed to calm me down. I remembered when I had  managed to do that for her, too.

Few hours later we were in a gym. Punching some bags. We were next to each other, and we had our own bags.

"So..." She began. "So?" I said as I was doing some side kicks. "Wanna talk about what happened this morning?" "No." "Mitch-" "I don't wanna talk about it!" Why did I got pissed so much. And why on her? She didn't deserve that.

"Okay, when you get your shit together, just know, you can talk to me. Okay? We have been there for each other for long time, so I'm here. Blow off some steam and then you can come." She said and walked off to lift some weight on the other side of the gym. "Yn..." She didn't turn around.

I knew I blew it, I just couldn't talk.

That's when it finally hit me. It's been eighteen months. We've been well trained in every aspect. Nightmares wouldn't stop if we didn't go with this plan. It was the time to begin the plan and execute it once and for all.