"How long has she been here?"
"Four days. Found on the east side of town unconcious. We're labeling her as Jane Doe before she recovers from the coma."
The hazel eyes of Evey Ha opened, as she saw a sterile white room open up before her. She felt plastic beneath her, and crisp sheets around her pale clean hands. The doctor at her bedside was a middle aged man, who gazed at the manila clipboard. The nurse who sat next to him looked vacantly familiar, her mousy brown curls bouncing up and down as she adjusted several beeping monitors that were connected to Evey. As she read the beeping scales, her tender voice cooed to the doctor a saddened expression.
"Was she one of the revolutionists?" The nurse asked.
"Let's hope not...the police have already been at our heels, hoping that all these stray patients can be hauled away as revolutionists. Especially the females."
"Pardon?" The nurse's voice sounded confused.
"They're looking for a certain Evey Ha, the proclaimed leader of the revolutionists. She's dissapeared, and they're certain she didn't die with the terrorist.I guess they think she might have ended up here."
Evey shut her eyes tightly, becoming fully concious. Somewhere, she could hear carts being lolled about in the hospital lobby. A machine beeped. Someone in the waiting room coughed. It remained silent behind her curtain.
"Evey Hammond...leader of the revolutionists." The nurse repeated it over and over silently, as if she denied it. The doctor left the room, but Evey could still hear the soft footfalls of the nurse, who Evey could feel staring down on to her feigned comatose body. After she was sure the nurse had left and closed her curtain, Evey Ha fleeted her eyes open, which were already wet with tears. She sat up in her wheeled bed, and looked out the window to see fingers of rain gripping over the hospital; there were no flowers on her bedside: no bleeding roses positioned in her hair like she had expected so many mornings before; only stacks of papers and recipts from previous charts occupied the space.
Everything began to fall back on Evey; occurances from months past flashed in her mind: tears and feelings that had long been strained returned and a hopeless sadness crept over her like a dense shadow. Over the past two months, she had scullied what was left of her life; running from the authorities, too afraid to return to her flat...she returned to the shadow gallery at dawn on the 6th of November, she had broken down when she saw the domino facing her so gracefully, so sorrowfully. She had fallen upon the ground and cried out her heart in words, words that she couldn't find the time to spit out during the ocean of time she had spent with him. Now, there was nothing. She had only shown him the surface of all she felt for him; she had only scratched the surface- and she hoped that she had let him know. On the last night they had been together, he had whispered to her that the gallery would always be a sanctuary, a refuge, for her and only her. It gave her warmth now, when she most needed it, when he could not give it to her.
In the whirlwind of facts and fictions thrown at her, Evey Hammond could make out only two things she knew were true.
She was in love with codename V.
There was a chance that codename V still, somewhere, drew a breath..