I'm Warning You ~○~ Robert Downey Jr (Teacher/Student Romance)

Chapter Fourteen: Damaged Goods

Downey's POV:

"Sir, you can see your sister now," the doctor says, gesturing his way through some white doors and continues talking as we pace down the squeaky clean hallway. "Surprisingly, she hasn't suffered many medical difficulties, her body had shut down, and the unconsciousness meant she had to be resuscitated with CPR, but she was brought back in less than five minutes of being in the ambulance. She suffered little to no blood loss at all, luckily the gunshot wasn't as it seemed. And by that I mean, it wasn't a gunshot at all." i look at him with confusion. "It was only a heavy dose of tranquilizer, the same sort used on large animals in a zoo. Her body rejected it, and she was clinically 'dead', but like I said, she was brought back in no time. Those few minutes of course, mean there may have been some damage to her brain, due to lack of oxygen. It may not have occurred, and so far, the tests are looking optimistic, but...be prepared. Here we are." He turns to a door, grabbing the door handle with one hand, holding a clipboard in the other. Did he just say tranquilizer? Why the hell would she be shot with tranquilizer?

"Uh, can I...you know, have some time alone with her? You know, she's my...uh, my sister and all..." I start feeling uneasy. My palms sweating and my knees becoming weak. A feeling I haven't experienced since Deborah took my boy from me. The anger, the upset, the not-knowing. I hate it. The doctor frowns slightly, questioning me with his eyes. I smile faintly, trying to look somewhat convincing.

"Sure," he smiles and nods his head. "I'll be back in about twenty minutes."

"Thanks Doc." I nod my head and nudge my way past him, opening the door and walking in. Janet... Janice... Justine... Julie...Damn what was her name? I sit in a chair beside her bed and she fidgets a little. My eyes skim over the sign above her. JANE! That's it. Jane Olison. I clear my throat and her eyelids flicker. "Um, Excuse me. Ms Olison?" She opens her eyes and looks at me with confusion. "Hi, I'm-"

"Who the hell are y- Downey?!"

"Uh, hi, Jane. Yes, I'm Mr- Robert, you can call me Robert. I need to talk to y-" She grabs my arm and grips it tightly, leaning forward.

"Please protect her! I don't want her to get hurt! They're coming! They're going to take her! I don't know what they'll do! She isn't- W...where is she?" Her face shows the panic and devastation I feel inside me.

"She- I- You- I was...kinda hoping you'd know..?" I blink in confusion, I just hit another dead end.

"She's gone isn't she." Her grip loosens, and her cheeks become wet and shiny with a few tears. "Do you know who took her?" she asks, eyes wide. I shake my head. I wish I knew, so I could fucking rip out their hearts and shred them. That way they'd know how I'm feeling right now.

"No, I'm sorry. I need to find her as much as you do, trust me on that. Do you have any idea who'd have her? Do you know where she'd be taken? What they'd do?" I perch on the edge of her mattress, as she sits up and makes herself as comfortable as can be what with her daughter missing and whatnot. I miss Angel so much. Her freckles, her smile, her eyes, her hair, her warmth, her...everything. Her. This is all my fucking fault! I knew I should have watched over her damn dorm more often. 

"No."

"No? Surely you must have an idea!" The fury builds up again, my bruised knuckles becoming white with tension as my hands form fists. "You've known these guys exist for the past four years and you don't have a fucking clue?!" I get up and pace around, backwards and forwards. As if it'll help me think in some way or something.

"NO! DO YOU?!"

"WELL NO I FUCKING DON'T BECAUSE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE INVOLVED! BUT APPARENTLY, I'M WOUND UP IN THIS SHIT TOO NOW!"