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All she could hear was the labored breathing rasping from her own chest, several agonizing sparks flickering through her torso and vibrating through out her body. The world blurred in and out of focus, details shrouded in the dull luminescence streaming from the ceiling. Night time by the likes of it. She lifted a hand, eyes slipping down to her finger tips and froze. The normally pallid skin was now painted with a dark liquid, reflecting scarlet in color underneath the lighting. She struggled to draw in a gulp of air, the effort earning her another stab of pain and the unfocusing of the entire room. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Yet before she could fathom the situation she was in, a dizziness entered her skull, tipping the room into a whirl that sent her cranium crashing back to the hard wooden floor. And then everything faded into black.
Sirens wailed in her ears, slicing through the murky depths of unconsciousness as she pushed against the weight that settled upon her chest and mind. There was something else however she could make out from the muted sounds that managed to sink through. Sirens, a faint beeping, a jumble of voices, the rattling of metal and the mechanical wheeze of machinery. Where was she? Once more she pushed against the blackness, feeling it shatter a way as her heavy eyelids twitched, aware of the light that filtered down upon her complexion. A painful brightness dominated the blurry picture as she opened her eyes, automatically shutting them again. The pitch in the voices changed and she could feel a flurry of movement around her, the warmth of a hand pressing against her cheek and gingerly giving her a couple nudges.
"Eve?" She heard her name, willing herself to peek again, this time the intensity of the lighting blocked by a humanly silhouette. "Eve? Are you alright? Can you hear me, Eve?" She mumbled, tilting her features a way from the hand and dragging her gaze a way from the shadowed visage. "It is alright... You are going to be alright. Just stay with us." How could she follow those words? It felt like all she wanted to do was fall back into the darkness that was creeping back into the edges of her vision. Yes, she had just arisen from it, yet here it was, threatening to drown her again.
It crawled along, sucking her back down as her eyelids flickered shut and blotted out the world, turning it back into nothingness.
"She survived? That is a surprise with the wounds she has." Voices again, this time clearer. She could detect the beeping again and the wheeze of machinery again. Voices though... Quite a bit of voices around her, all muttering and leading down to connect their conversations to her. She let off an inaudible groan, shifting her shoulders just slightly yet it brought a silence into the room. "Ms. Avery? Are you alright?" Her lips twitched, trying to find words yet her tongue and throat felt dry. She peeked through her lids, blinded once more by the light yet she did not flinch. Everything appeared stark white, sanitary and clean. The ceiling - Grey speckled with black with panels of light dominating some of the rectangular panels that made up the ceiling. Her eyes opened up a little bit more, noticing the figures that stood on either side of her. Some dressed in ivory coats and others dressed in a police uniform. Her eyes flashed open, her brows furrowing as she lifted her head slightly to gaze around the room.
"Where am I?," she muttered, flashing a startled glare to the nearest person A doctor. She was in a hospital. "You are somewhere safe now. You and your wounds have been treated..," he muttered, leaning forward to place a hand on her shoulder. She simply starred at him, narrowing her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Uh... Ms. Avery." Another voice directed her attention, leading her attention straight to a man dressed in civilian wear, features a tad ashened and tresses a slightly dirty blonde. "You were attacked, we so do believe. You sustained major injuries to your chest mostly." Her lips fell open, her heart skipping a beat as she continued to stare at the man. "What do you mean " she muttered, her arms pushing her up to sit up yet she was met with a stab of pain that rippled through her torso. She gasped, wincing back as the doctor at her side drew forward and added a little pressure to her shoulder. "Ms. Avery. Please stay down. You are in no condition to move much just yet. Just in case the wounds end up reopening and bleeding more." Eve looked up at him, a frown pulling at the edges of her lips. She couldn't remember anything on how she got here or the situation she had been in but... Why were there so many cops here? The man, however, mentioned she had been attacked.
She turned, or rather looked, back at him, placing a questioning look on her face. "Mr. Watson," the Doctor breathed, following her gaze to him, "It seems she doesn't understand her situation... Maybe you could example more to her." Watson gave a nod and took in a sharp inhale before shouldering his way past the police men to her bed side. What she had not noticed was the man that had stood beside him. Tall, slightly pale in features himself with misty eyes that flickered as though observing something. Locks of dark brown curled around his features, defining his slightly elongated visage and the focus that dominated his expression. She gave him a puzzled look yet that didn't earn her any sort of response in return.
"Ms. Avery." Yet again she was addressed as she focused on Watson. "Please just call me Eve," she murmured, finally finding some words as she addressed him herself in her own way. "Eve," he corrected himself after a second paused, "You were attacked, as I mentioned before. For what, we don't know but it seemed the attacker was intent on..." Watson paused again and she gave him a curious yet urgent glare. "It seemed they were intent on killing you but somehow, from some sort of miracle, you survived. They seemed to have missed your heart completely yet managed to puncture one of your lunges and let a few shallow stab wounds to the rest of her torso area and a bit of your abdomen." So that explained why she had a bit of difficulty breathing and any sort of deep inhale caused her another spark of pain.
"Correction, Watson." The new voice brought her back to the mysterious man who was now pushing past to join Watson's side. "Sherlock," Watson muttered, giving him a questioning look, "What do you make of this?"
Sherlock paused and lifted a finger to his pallid lips. "The attacker wasn't intent on killing her. If they were, they would have definitely stabbed her through the heart yet none of the stabs wounds land on the heart. Yes, around it, but not through it. The fact that they had punctured a lunge would have caused a slow death from the organ filling with blood but they knew that she would have been found and rescued before she could die. And the extra, shallow wounds only provided an alibi to make it seem like they were intent on killing her."
"You think that is all that happened?," the Doctor interrupted Sherlock turned the to white coat, giving him a matter-of-fact sort of look. "I know this all happened. It is obvious."
"But why would someone do that? Why not kill me? It would just leave them vulnerable to be found by leaving their victim alive," she muttered, "Damn them for leaving me here... I would rather be in the morgue rather than in a hospital..."
Sherlock turned back to her, arching his brows, "That is where it gets interesting. Why would they leave you alive if it meant they could be caught? Let's find out shall we?" With that, the tall man whirled and shouldered past the officers and the detectives stationed at the back, exiting the room with no other words. "He... He will be back," Watson muttered and followed after.