The center of my vision is in sharp focus but all around is blurred, so I watch for movement and then focus on it. High, high I fly, watching the myriad movements beneath me, my focus leaping to one and then another. A fat mouse stops, quivering slightly. Tuck my wings and drop.
Hear soft voices in the room but keep my eyes closed. Smells like a hospital, which makes sense. So I didn't die. I'll be damned. Try moving my right leg first, but it is strapped down tight. I move my shoulder and a burning pain tears through my back.
"She's waking up," someone says.
Open my eyes. The ugliest face I've ever seen in my life is hovering over mine. "Hi Baby," I rasp because it's my Bruno. "You came to see me." My throat is dry.
Bruno says nothing, just gives me a little smile.
The other side of my bed, the girl stands beside me, her hand warm at my neck, comforting. She gives me a little smile and then looks away at something.
Another face appears, crowding Bruno aside. "Hello Jill. I'm Doctor Something. Try to remain still for the moment, okay?"
Already figured that one, Doc.
He tells me a bullet went through the muscles at the back of my right leg, which they have immobilized for the moment. Another dug a ragged channel across my right shoulder blade. It's stitched up and should heal nicely. However, back of my shoulder will look like someone took a chainsaw to it. Lost a lot of blood.
Touch my throat, so the doc tells the nurse to help me take a drink from a straw. It hurts at first but then feels good. The nurse tells me to wait a bit before having more.
"Time is it?" I whisper.
"Four o'clock, same day," she says softly with a reassuring smile.
Still feel the warm hand at my neck, so I turn my head slightly. The girl is staring hard at the nurse. Following her stare, I look at the nurse but she is moving away and quickly leaves the room.
Turning my head, I see Bruno and Don standing beside the bed. "Jack?" I ask Don.
He purses his lips and says, "Dead. So are the other two agents." After a pause to watch me, probably for my reaction, Don continues, "Sniper was in the rocks, covered with foil and camouflage so her heat signature didn't show. The other two were just bait, hired locally. Don't know shit about her or who let out the contract."
Watch him as he gently brushes a lock of hair from my forehead. He thought I was dead for a while on that hillside. Still hasn't recovered from that scare.
"Sniper's contract out of Britain. One of the guys tossed a flash-bang on her head. That stopped her shooting. Problem is she can't see or hear to . . . something . . . something."
Fading. Doc must see it because he shoves them out. Fade to black.
Awaken briefly to see Don standing beside my bed, looking at the door. He's holding my hand gently. The girl is still beside me, watching the door as well. Begin to look at the door but I slip under again.
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