MI6 Academy

VISITORS/MI6 Academy of Espionage-Vauxhall, London/0100 hours-September 3

When we touched down at the academy, all I felt was relief.

Well, relief and pain because of my leg. I felt relief because the academy was just about the only place I felt safe. Everywhere else I just felt like I was going to be killed over and over again. Everywhere else, I was in danger.

We were rushed out of the helicopter to the front doors of the academy by paramedics, where the principal greeted us. However, she then got a good look at my leg.

"What happened?" the principal asked.

"Excuse me," the paramedic carrying me said. "She needs to be tended to, now."

"Yes, of course," the principal agreed as she stepped aside.

The paramedic carried me quickly in the building. I was on the verge of passing out. I mean, I didn't clean the wound and now that was coming back to bite me. I was probably infected, as we were in woods and exposed to many germs. I should have asked Kim to look more for it. Granite, I didn't know how bad it could get, as I was never shot in my life before. It's safe to say that I better get used to it if this is going to be my career. Although the thought of this happening again made me shiver. I had never felt worse in my life.

When we finally arrived at the infirmary I had lost all my strength, all my energy. I couldn't even move without help. The doctor rushed over and looked at my leg. Her eyes widened in surprise.

I had almost forgotten.

Some of the staff, like the lunch ladies and the doctors of course, didn't know where they were or what was going on. Literally. Honestly, nobody, not even the teachers, knew the location of this place. But the doctor that was with me right now didn't even know that this was a school for young spies. I'm sure she knew how to treat it, but she probably was thinking about quitting. Not that it mattered. After seeing this wound, the school was gonna get rid of her anyway. No loose ends were tolerated at the academy or in the MI6.

The doctor, though phazed, went to work. Or, at least, at the thought she was going to. She walked away into a seperate room. I waited in pain. I realized that I started to feel dizzy. I was very serious now when I said I might pass out. I tried to keep myself awake. I really did. But it was too much for me to bear.

I fell fast asleep.

I awoke to the sound of snoring.

It was very loud, and very disturbing. It was also coming from my left.

I looked to my left and saw someone there that surprised me. It was Harry. He must have been here all night. Actually, I didn't know what time it was. There was a clock next to me, but it wasn't turned towards me, so I couldn't see it. I reached over, but it was too far away. I sighed. I reached farther. And farther. And farther. Finally I got my fingers on it.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

I fell off the bed.

Harry rushed over to me.

"Are you okay."

"You scared me."

"Sorry."

He helped me back onto the bed.

"How's your leg?" he asked.

"Fine."

I hadn't realized until now that my leg was much better. Apparently, the doctor didn't leave.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I thought I would come see you, you know, to see if you're okay."