To Be a Spy

Chapter 2

I awoke with a gasp.

I found myself on a hospital bed...or no, a bed in the nurses' office. I tilted my head and looked to see the boy sitting next to me, asleep.

And after I saw him, I remembered everything. There were small fragments of memories that flashed through my head, but it was understandable. There was an explosion, and I guess I was transferred here shortly after.

But aside the horrible incident, I was pretty surprised. The boy was actually here, next to me...and he had very little wounds. I compared my condition to his, and looked at my cuts and bruises. They seemed to look okay, but some were still bleeding excessively with red blood.

Therefore, I guess I had saved him and had taken the damage instead. But most of all, it made me uncomfortable with his presence.

He was sleeping on me. Unfortunately, his body was pressing against my arm, so I couldn't move it. Soon, my arm started to lose blood circulation, and eventually slept.

I chewed on my lip to fight off the pain, and looked away. I examined my surroundings. Nobody was inside the room except for the boy and three chairs were on the side of the bed.

I turned my body back to face him. His dark brown hair was unkept, his hands were very big and his fingers were long. He had a muscular shape, and I concluded that he might have been into a lot of exercise.

Closing my eyes, I wondered what was happening outside the door. Parents frantically trying to find their children, friends trying to call other friends to tell them what happened...

And that's when I remembered Hannah. Hannah, my only family. She might have been terrified, considering her delicate personality.

I massaged my temples and sighed. The boy was still sleeping, and he just moved slightly. I kept silent to avoid disturbing him, and instead listened to his slow breathing. I thought of his stupidness, because he couldn't hear the beeping noise that was so close to him.

"Bitch," I murmured randomly, then shut my eyes to relax.

The boy shot upright, and I screamed, "Bitch, get offa me!" and afterwards froze right after I said that.

"That's a rude name to call me," he told me, "especially when I was kind enough to visit my savior."

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean..." I started, but didn't finish.

"That's okay. No need to be so dramatic," he yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Do you even know how long I was waiting for you to wake up?"

I shook my head. "Why are you here, anyway?" I asked him. "I know you wanted to see me, but I know that's not all you wanted." I searched for answers in his eyes, but there were none.

He sighed, then sat on one of the nearby chairs. "First," he began, "we should introduce each other, you know? I should know my savior's name."

"'Savior' is not my name, okay?" I told him crossly.

"Then that's why we're learning about the both of us," he said calmly. "So I won't call you Savior."

I tensed from realization about my mistake. "You go first," I muttered and leaned against the hard wall.

"Okay, then here goes."

"My name's Luke. I guess we'll be classmates from now on." he rubbed the back of his neck and leaned against the chair. "Your turn," he said.

I blinked in confusion. "That's...it?" I asked him. He nodded, then smiled. "I can't tell everything to a stranger."

"Excuse me?" I fixed my uniform. "What happened to me saving you?"