Michael pulled off at the next exit, and pulled into a hotel parking lot. I turned my head to look at him, my concern growing for him more and more by the second.

"Okay, I'm going to get us a room for a bit so I can clean you up. Luckily, I grabbed my purse out of my car before we stole this one. And the emergency medical kit. I just wish I didn't have to use it."

Michael got out of the car slowly, breathing heavier, trying to focus on anything else but the pain.

I walked into the main office and the older lady at the desk smiled. She got up from the chair she was sitting at, and leaned onto the desk.

"Hi, just one room?"

"Uh ,yeah."

"Cash or credit?"

"Cash."

I took out some money from my purse to pay for the time being that we would be handed me the keys and I returned a smile at her.

"Thank you."

Michael and I walked to room 13. I unlocked the door and he sat on the bed. I closed the door behind me, my eyes scanning the room for a chair. Thankfully, there was a small desk, and I pulled the chair over and placed it in front of Michael.

Michael watched Lisa take materials out of her medical kit.

"The girl that I got killed, her name was Sara . She was a doctor at the prison. I guess I have a type. I got a thing for women in the medical field."

I looked up at him and smiled.

"I guess so. I'm really sorry, Michael. I can tell you really loved her just by looking at you right now."

" I did. She was the first woman I loved since you."

My eyes unwantingly widened, and went back to do doing what I was doing. Michael smiled seeing how his former girlfriend reacted to his comment.

"Like I said, I'm really sorry."

"Thanks, Lisa."

"No problem."

Michael removed his shirt so I can get a better look at the wound. I did everything in my power not to stare when he did. So, I took out tweezers out of my purse to break my eye contact with his body.

"Michael, this is going to hurt. The bullet is still in there."

"You do what you need to do."

I put some gloves on from the medical kit and went inside his wound with the tweezers. I slowly pulled out the bronze bullet and he let out a loud groan.

"I'm impressed. I see patients with bullet wounds everyday, and you're the first guy that didn't scream his head off like a bitch."

We both laughed.

"I apparently have a high tolerance of pain."

Uh, I hate it when he does that eye smoldering thing. It made my heart beat out of the regular rhythm. Especially now, since we aren't a couple anymore.

"Michael, what exactly did you take?", I asked, changing the subject.

"It's this black book of all secrets the company has and it can bring em down for good."

"What is the company exactly?"

"They're like the governments' superior. They're the people who commit murders when they want to silence someone from exposing the truth. They're the ones who helped set up Linc."

"Lincoln, speaking of him, where is he? Is he okay?"

"He's meeting us in Washington."

I just nodded, and started patching up Michael's wound.

"Lis, you must think I'm insane for wanting to do this."

I looked up at his face, breaking eye contact to what I was doing on his shoulder.

"I don't think the word insane covers what you're planning on doing. But I get it. It makes sense. I bet there is a ton more people wanting to do what you're about to do. If they were willing do such a terrible thing to Lincoln, what else are they going to do?"

"Exactly."

I took off my gloves and tossed them in the small trash near us. I turned my body back to the way it was before, facing him once again.

"You're done."

"Thanks. Hey."

Michael touched my hand, having both our eyes meet.

"I'm sorry you got involved in this."

"It's not your fault. No need to say sorry. It's just I wish if I ever did see you again, it would be under different circumstances, not life or death."

He looked down at the floor.

"That makes two of us."