The Agency: ICE (Book 1)

Chapter 12: Flustered Patient

I knew what I was getting myself into when I decided to do more research on Micah and I.C.E. with Jewel Corp, but I never would've imagined that Mr. Bollinger was a Rogue Spy in Micah's plans to capture me. The fact that Mr. Bollinger is my co-worker in Biotech only made things more complicated. I can't just take him out like how Mila took out Agent Akgul. She was just a pawn in Micah's sick game of chess. Mr. Bollinger was his rook: he kept the walls of the enemy side safe. The minute I took him out was the minute Micah would be on high guard.

Yet he's not who worried me the most. It was Nurse Ivans.

"Ah!" I winced as my assigned Nurse bandaged up the scratches on my hip.

What also worried me was that I was only in my boxers, my skin and hair still damp after taking a shower, and lying down on a medical bed. This meant that every man in this room could get a good look at my figure and could make any comment he wanted to.

"The beast got you that bad, huh?" the Nurse said in a low and smooth voice in Turkish.

I grimaced and replied in Turkish. "She wasn't that bad. Besides, she liked me later on."

He shook his head in disbelief. "I saw it all."

Mila wasn't kidding when she said he was a babe, but it also made my situation worse. He had a pale, flawless, dewy complexion, paired with dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. He wasn't much taller than I was, but he was still handsome and looked active.

Hot guy + being in a very vulnerable position = equation for disaster.

He finished the bandage on my hip and checked the bruises on my torso. "I'm going to flip you onto your stomach, okay?"

I wasn't able to move very well. The side effects of a Puppet Master included partial and temporary paralysis if used on a human being. So not only was an attractive man checking my body for more injuries, but he was also helping me move with his own two hands. If they weren't gloved, I think I would've passed out.

"You'd think that all carnivores are vicious creatures," the Nurse then said once he turned me onto my stomach. "Then they love you for doing one good thing for them."

"Yes, well, I also had jaguar hormones sprayed on me. Maybe she thought I was one of her own."

He then put something on his gloved hands and rubbed them together. "Like her own child?"

"Maybe." I flinched when he touched a tender bruise on my shoulder. "Or she thought I was a part of some group she was previously with."

He then started massaging my back. Good God, this is tor— oh...

I let out a small moan when he ran his oiled hands over my shoulder blades. "You're killing me over here..."

In response, the Nurse dug his hands in a bit more and moved them slowly down my back in one fluid motion and then back up at the same speed. My eyes subconsciously criss-crossed a little. I felt my body ease with each knot he smoothed out, and I melted onto the medical bed with a sigh. My body became one with the bed.

Everything slowly became blurry, and my eyelids bounced up and down like weights attached to springs. My head turned to the side in a comfortable position. My arms and legs felt heavier than 1000 kilos yet my body felt lighter than a feather.

I was so exhausted from the Scout Scurry, but I never had a moment to actually process it. I never do. So when it comes, my exhaustion practically takes over my body.

"Are you dead yet?" I heard the Nurse say in a quiet echo.

I lazily hummed a yes which earned me more of this pure bliss. I haven't had a massage in a long time, so I forgot how nice it felt to just let all my stresses melt away with the movement of someone's hands.