"Move out of the way! Move out of the way!"
Patients, nurses, and visitors hurried to make way for a hospital bed with a bleeding woman on it. Her blonde hair was sticking to her sweaty face and she was clutching her left shoulder.
She was bleeding from all her wounds and some parts of the sheets were turning red. The doctors immediately rushed her to the emergency room and started to surgically remove the bullet in her shoulder. Silver had long ago passed out from blood loss and felt none of the pain.
She slowly opened her eyes and was blinded by the brightness of the lights.
"You're awake!"
Silver turned her head towards the voice. She stared at…a brown haired woman, but immediately recognized who it was when she saw her wink at her.
"My cover name is Kaitlin, and yours is Alison. I'm your cousin," Vermouth whispered into Silver's ear.
Vermouth then pressed the nurse's button. Not too long after a doctor and a nurse came into the room. The doctor checked 'Alison' over and the nurse wrote down a few things. The doctor asked if there was any pain and 'Alison' responded "no."
After asking a few more questions, and finding out that it would take about a week for the grazes to heal and about another week for the stitches in her shoulder to come off and another few days for her injury to fully heal, the doctor and the nurse left.
To say that Silver was happy was definitely the biggest understatement of the year. For one, she hated hospitals, and two, she would be bored out of her mind.
Silver motioned for Vermouth to lean down a little so that she could whisper into her ear.
"There's this small blue container in the drawer of my nightstand. Bring that here in a week. It helps speed up the healing process," Silver informed.
Vermouth raised an eyebrow.
"I developed it with Sherry," Silver explained.
Vermouth nodded and she left after she and Silver talked a few more minutes. Silver tried moving hers shoulder and hissed in pain. That injury hurt a lot. The grazes on her arms and left leg weren't as painful, but it would be at least three days until she could walk comfortably.
Looking out the window, Silver saw the sunset. It was breathtaking. She gave a small smile and settled into bed.
Vermouth arrived back at the hideout and walked towards Silver's room. She unlocked the door with Silver's key and entered the room; closing the door on her way. Walking over toward the nightstand, she opened the small drawer and searched around until she found the small blue container. Pocketing the container, Vermouth walked back outside, and locked the door. She walked to her room and got ready for bed after putting the container under one of her pillows.
Silver had spent a week in the hospital already. Her grazes from the three bullets had healed yesterday. The doctor was currently checking her over again.
"The grazes have all healed fine. There aren't any scars, though the bullet wound might have a slight scar. Speaking of that, your shoulder injury should be better in about a week or so. If it's not, I'll check on it and we might have to operate on you if it doesn't heal in two weeks," the doctor informed. He then recorded her status and left the room wishing her a speedy recovery.
Silver was glad that her grazes were healed. She had tried walking her second day there at the hospital, but had almost fallen had she not had great reflexes and placed her hand on the bed. When she had tried three days ago, she managed to walk, but was not really steady. Today, she got out of bed and started to walk. When she could do that fine, she walked straight to her door and left to get some fresh air.
Silver walked to the grassy area around the hospital. She had been cooped up in her hospital room and she was glad for the fresh air. Plus, now, she could search and look out for Jason Mikami.
The man was about five feet seven and had dark brown hair. He often gelled his hair up. His eyes were brown, he was lean, and one of his favorite things to do was spend his time outside.
Silver walked around the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jason. When she had walked around practically the whole building, she sat down on a bench. Suddenly, Silver caught sight of something shining. She turned her head to the left and looked up at the sky. Silver had seen a gun when she had turned. It seemed the FBI was here. Their guns were usually concealed, but sometimes, light would bounce off it and reveal where it was. This gun that Silver had spotted was in the hands of a male agent. She didn't know who it was, but was currently glad it was not Akai Shuichi.
The agent seemed to be keeping his eye on someone to her left. Looking down from the sky, Silver followed his gaze and saw him. She had found the traitor. He was sitting underneath a tree, a book in his hands. Slowly getting up from the bench, Silver made her way towards the tree. When she was just by it, her legs fell weak and she collapsed onto her knees; a gasp escaped her mouth.
Jason looked up from his book when he heard someone gasp. He saw, in front of him, a woman on her knees. It seemed she was in pain. Quickly disregarding his book, he got up and went to her side. The FBI agent put his hand to his gun just in case the woman tried something.
"Are you alright?" Jason asked.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Can you help me up?" Silver asked.
Jason nodded and kept his hand on her arm and pulled her up. He steadied her when it seemed like she was going to fall again.
"Thank you," Silver said with a smile.
"Why don't you come here and sit with me under the tree? Give your legs a break?" Jason asked.
"Okay."
He led her to the tree and she slowly sat down. He plopped down next to her and said, "My name's Jason."
Silver smiled. "Alison. It's nice to meet you, Jason."
"Alison. That's such a nice name," he commented.
Silver pretended to blush and thanked him. The two talked for an hour. That FBI agent had long ago let go of his gun.
It was getting dark and Silver said she'd best head back to her room. Jason offered to walk her back and she said okay. They walked back into the hospital and took the elevator up to her floor. When they stopped at her room, he said, "If you need anything, my room's at the end of this hall to the left."
KNOCK KNOCK
Vermouth opened the door after knocking twice and sang, "Morning!"
"Ugh! Go away!" Silver replied without moving her head from the pillow. In fact, she threw the second pillow at Vermouth, but the blond, well brown, haired woman only laughed and dodged the pillow.
"Didn't sleep?" Vermouth asked.
"No. I spent all night thinking," Silver replied. She was leaning against the wall now.
"About what?" Vermouth asked. She was met with silence.
"Fine, don't tell me! We all have our secrets," Vermouth replied, her tone understanding. Silver gave her a thankful smile.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Come in," Silver said.
Jason opened the door and to his surprise, he saw not just Alison, but a brown haired woman.
"Oh! Hi, Jason. This is my cousin, Kaitlin," Silver introduced.
"Hi Alison. Nice to meet you Kaitlin," Jason greeted.
Vermouth gave the male a smile and nodded. Jason had come in to tell Alison that the doctor had just checked him over and said that he could be released in three days. At this little bit of news, both women's eyes widened slightly; they were running out of time.
Silver was the first to recover. "That's great news, Jason!"
"Yeah, it's great!" Vermouth followed.
"Thanks! I gotta go now. See you later," Jason said. He left the room and Vermouth walked to the door and locked it. By the time she was by Silver's hospital bed again, Silver's phone had been taken out and she was currently texting Gin about the news.
When she was done, she looked toward Vermouth and asked, "Did you bring the healing pills?"
Vermouth nodded and reached into her purse and too out the blue container. Silver popped the lid open and took a pill. She put it into her mouth and swallowed it; no water was needed. Silver closed the bottle and gave it back to Vermouth.
"Give that to Gin when you see him. Tell him not to ask questions and just hold on to it until I ask for it back," Silver said.
"Alright. You two are going to have to act fast. When do you plan on saying 'goodbye?'" Vermouth asked.
"We are planning on saying 'goodbye,' as you call it, the second he's out of the building. I plan on being released the same date as him and if he's walking, then I'll walk alongside him and talk to him and eventually lead him to a deserted park. Once there, I'll take care of his 'guards' and Gin will kill him," Silver explained.
"Why aren't you the one to kill him and Gin the one to take care of the guards?" Vermouth asked.
"This guy has been in our organization and is likely to see the glint of my gun. All that walking will definitely give him a chance to get a glimpse of it. If he doesn't see it, then the FBI will. I won't be carrying any weapon on me. The traitor will not be expecting someone else, that's hidden, to shoot him. He won't be able to see Gin," Silver said.
"You're not carrying any weapon?! How the hell are you going to take care of the FBI?! Vermouth hissed.
Silver smirked. "I have my ways."
How was this chapter? I completely suck at plotting people's deaths cause I'm not a killer and I'm not a fan of horror movies, though I always want to watch it when a new one comes out. For example, Prom Night and Shutter. I might watch it, but right now, I'm too chicken.
This chapter may have been boring to some of you, but I had to get everything down. Like the details and stuff.
I hope you all like this chapter!
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