Agent 1 (Book 3)

41. I'd watch my back if I were you

See, I didn't make you all wait that long. You're welcome. And Enjoy!

Thirteen's POV 

I've never liked hospitals, but I've never disliked them either. Mostly I don't care to be in one and really, who does?

There aren't many good reasons to be in a hospital.

Yet here I was, sitting in an uncomfortable chair, next to the hospital bed, surrounded by white walls, tiled floors, and nurses running in and out of the room and continuously trying to have my wounds professionally looked over.

Apparently, Lily stitching me up and administering an antidote isn't something recommended by doctors.

But she needed to be kept awake, so she needed something to do. Though I'm pretty sure I'll have to have some of the wounds re-stitched in the near future since her head was pounding and she wasn't entirely able to focus. I don't really care though, for now, it's fine and I'll take care of everything else permanently later.

"Do think I'll get in trouble if I start using the diagrams on the walls as targets?"

I turn my head to look at Lily who's got her legs thrown over one arm of her chair, and her back pressed against the other. She's staring at the ceiling.

"Do you really need an answer to that?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "I'm so damn bored though," She mutters. "How long am I supposed to be staying awake again?"

"Technically you can go to sleep. I just have to wake you up periodically to make sure you're alright."

She frowns, her gaze still fixated on the ceiling. "I don't like that option either." She swings her feet to the floor and sits upright in the chair. "I need my beauty sleep and you waking me up every so often doesn't equal beauty sleep for me."

I just nod. I can feel her watching me.

"You still haven't told me what happened," She says as she watches me.

I lean back in my chair. My gaze on his pale face. My jaw clenched. "Nothing to tell," I state firmly.

She continues watching me. "I'm calling bullshit on that one since, before I lost conciousness everyone one was bullet hole-less." She waves her hand at me. "But I'll drop it for now."

She changes the subject. "You look like you need caffeine," She says simply. "More importantly you should probably eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'll never forgive you if you starve to death and leave me all alone."

I give her a flat look.

She looks over her shoulder at the door and then to Sam lying in the hospital bed. "Go get some food. I'll call you if there's any change."

I shake my head. She narrows her eyes at me.

"Go, or I call Henri," She threatens.

I let out a sigh. "Fine," I mutter as I get to my feet. "I'll be back in a little bit."

"I know." She waves me off.

I walk out of the room and down the hall, dodging nurses and doctors who still insist on checking me over. I wave them off and glare at a couple of the more persistent ones.

"Clearly you haven't been given any drugs. You'd be much more mellow if that were the case."

I turn to face Zack. I look at his arm that's been put in a sling. "How's your arm?" I ask him.