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Dylan O'Brien, Stiles Stilinski, Void Stiles, Stuart Twombly, Dave Hodgman, Mitch Rapp, Thomas, Joel Dawson.
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@ScorchedThomas2922 thanks for your request! It was pretty fun writing it and I hope you enjoy! Btw, guys, last part of the Void Stiles will be posted next week so do look out for it!!! 😊
Mitch Rapp
The pale, muted light pressed against your eyelids, the cool air blowing against your skin. You pried your eyes open, a stinging pain shot through your abdomen. It slowed to a dull pain and lingered there. You bit your lip and struggled to sit up on the bed. White bandage was wrapped around your wound, a spot of wine-red blood seeping through it. You scanned your surroundings, hospital beds, fluorescent lights, white-tiled floor, white walls. There was a faint scent of medicine floating in the room.
You tried to recall what had landed you in this situation, fragments of your memory flashed through your mind, all separated into broken pieces. It was like reliving the moment again. The enemy pointed a gun at you, then he pulled the trigger. The tiny bullet ripped through your abdomen and blood gushed out. The next second, you drowned in a sea of unconsciousness and found yourself in the hospital.
"(Y/n), can you hear me?" A crackly voice suddenly buzzed in your ear.
For a moment, you thought you were hallucinating and imagining things, but then, you realized that the earpiece Stan Hurley gave you was still embedded into your ear. The doctors had not noticed it.
You pressed the tiny button on it and spoke.
"Yes, Mitch, is that you?"
"Yes. You got shot and you're in the hospital. I hope you're feeling okay. I'm near the hospital, still trying to trace Ghost down. I'll be back to see you soon alright. Stay put and get some rest."
You could hear Mitch's ragged breathing, accompanied by multiple crackling and cuts in the earpiece. The sound quality wasn't great, probably because of the bad signal.
Then a click reverberated through the room and a middle-aged man dressed in a white coat entered. His expression was genial, grinning widely at you as he strolled towards you, a document in hand.
"(Y/f/n), how are you feeling?"
"Good, I guess."
"You were very lucky, the bullet miraculously missed all your significant body parts by inches. Though the wound is quite severe, not much damage was done to the organs." Even the doctor sounded impressed, clicking the pen in his hand as he scribbled something down.
"Well, thanks to my good luck that saved my life! Anyways, when will I be discharged?" You abruptly changed the topic, hoping to meet your colleague as soon as possible.
"Um...you're going to need a few days. You are still in the process of healing and when you're fine, I can let you go."
"Alright, thanks." You sighed, like a disappointed child being told off.
