The fabric I'm lying on feels like my couch. I must have fallen asleep here after I patched myself up. I take a deep breath and roll over. There's a stabbing pain in my side as I turn over and my bandages rub on something. Bandages? Where's my shirt? I look down at myself to find I'm shirtless and look up to see a man reading in a chair across from me. I ponder closing my eyes, pretending to be asleep still but I don't get a chance. Without ever looking up from his book, Yassen calls my bluff.
"I know you're up, little Alex." He says, casually flipping the page in his book before setting it down. He calmly walks over to me, gently picks up my wrist and presses two fingers against my radial artery. He carefully sets my arm back down.
"Your pulse is much better now," I open my mouth to speak but he raises a hand to stop me, "I'm sure you have many questions and I will answer them after you get more rest."
"I won't be able to sleep knowing there's a killer in the same room as me." I mutter.
"I can give you something to help you sleep." His offer is made to sound sincere but I know better.
"No." I quickly reply. After the two of us have a twenty minute long staring contest the assassin takes matters into his own hands. I want to run when he approaches me with a syringe but I simply don't have the energy.
"I'm not going to hurt you, if I wanted you dead you would have died days ago. If I wanted to hurt you I wouldn't have patched you up." He ruffles my hair (which I hate) and sits beside me on the ground as both of us wait for the drugs to take effect.
I fight off the fatigue as long as possible but when Yassen starts rubbing my arm, almost in a parental manner, I'm out like a light. Who knew an assassin could comfort someone like that?
