(A/N: Hope you guys had a good holiday! Here is Chapter 7!)
"What's that mean?!" The leader shouted.
"Goodbye, my friends?" I said.
He laughed. "Oh! Okay."
I looked over at Henry. Then back at the leader. "What's your name?" I asked. "If I'm gonna die, does it really matter?"
He sighed. "Just call me Greg. I'm not saying that's my name, but that's all I'm giving you."
Greg raised his gun and pointed it right at my head. He cocked the gun, then the phone rang. Greg stomped over and answered it. "You're late... YOU DON'T HAVE TIME, GIZPACHO!"
I moaned. My foot was numb, along with my lower leg.
"...and she's bleeding out! She won't last much longer. If I don't shoot her, she'll die of blood loss!"
I looked over at Henry. He smiled. "Are you okay?" He mouthed.
I shook my head. I couldn't lie. "You gotta tell Jo," I mouthed.
His eyes widened. He shook his head.
I stared at him with a single raised brow. He smiled. "See you later."
My vision blurred. "Henry..." I muttered.
I heard a clank. "Well, looks like you get medical attention. Woo, you don't look good, sweetie. Henry, right? Come take a look at her."
I felt something wrapping around my arm. "You're okay Rachel, it's Henry; I'm here... Can you look at me?" I looked up, but all I saw was a big blob. I squinted, but that didn't help.
"Henry... I can't see you. Not very good anyways."
"Rachel, you're getting medical attention, I'm going to take you, okay Rachel? Okay?"
I could only nod.
I felt someone lift me, and my head dangled back. "Henry..."
"Rachel, it's okay. We're almost outside."
"Am I...?"
"You're gonna make it, Rachel."
I was placed down on something.
"Oh, man, you made it right on time..."
I lost consciousness.
I woke up on a hospital bed. There was something over my eyes. Probably a wrap of some sort. "Henry?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
"I'm here. It's me, Jo. Henry is fast asleep."
"How did the heist finish?"
"That doesn't matter," she said dismissively. "You're okay, and that's what counts."
"How is Henry?"
"He is fine. He just didn't sleep last night."
"How long was I out?"
"Oh, just one night. Not long at all."
"Any more casualties?"
"No."
"Thank goodness. What time is it?"
"11:47."
"Can you wake him up?"
"Sure."
"Mmuuhh? Jo? Is she awake?" I heard Henry mutter.
"Yeah," I said. I heard him scramble up and his arms wrapped around me. I reached one arm up and wrapped it around him. He let go and pulled back.
"How are you feeling? Can you feel anything? The doctor said that your nerves in your leg were damaged, but he didn't know about your arm."
"Henry, give the girl some space," Jo said.
"It's fine, Jo, let him worry. That is what parents do, after all."
"Can we speak alone?" Henry asked Jo.
"Yeah." She walked out, shutting the door behind her.
"That was a close one," I said.
"You bet. You lost a lot of blood. You're lucky to be alive this time, otherwise Jo and everyone else would know about not just you but us."
"Why are you so hesitant to tell Jo about us?"
Henry was silent.
"Henry?"
"When I first died, I immediately went to my wife. I told her that I was immortal, and she sent me to the asylum. Only Abe and you know."
"Wow. That's deep. When I first died, I ran away and created a new name."
"Bet that was kind of hard."
"Being 15 forever isn't easy."
"I didn't say it wasn't."
"Speaking of Abe, where is he?"
"At home. He said he had to go on a date or something of the sort."
"Abe? On a date?" I had to hear that again.
"Old flames still burning."
"Ah. That makes sense. I feel kinda bad that Abe couldn't have been like us."
"Well, immortality isn't all that great."
"I'm afraid you're preaching to the choir, Henry."
He shook his head. "Let me go get Jo."
Suddenly I heard a bang, like the door slammed into the wall. I started breathing heavily. I started being asked a bombarde of questions:
"Can you feel this?"
"Are you feeling dizzy?"
"Are you cold?"
"Are you warm?"
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"When I squeeze your toe, do you feel it?"
Finally, Henry shouted above everyone else. "Calm down! One at a time! She is only one person! Let her answer."
The room fell silent. I sighed. "No, I couldn't feel that, no I am not dizzy, yes, I'm a little cold, but that is a hospital for you. The last thing I remember is being loaded into the ambulance. And no, I did not feel you squeeze my toe. Why are these bandages on my face?"
"Your vision was blurred, and you even went temporarily blind, so we put the wrap around your eyes so that when you woke up, your eyes could adjust when you have enough blood in your system," a male doctor said. "Sarah, can you get her blood pressure?"
"Right away Doctor," I heard her say. I raised up the arm I could move, and she wrapped it around my arm. The cuff swelled up until my arm was nearly numb, and then it slowly started to release my arm. She took the thing off and I itched my nose.
"That's really low," a doctor said.
"Yeah, we should keep her for a few more days, until her blood pressure comes back to normal."
"Sounds reasonable," Henry said.
"We will check back on you in a few hours," One person said.
"I'm going to go back to work. Henry, you should stay here and help Rachel out. I can get Lucas to replace you for a while," Jo said softly, after the doctors left.
Henry sighed. "Fine."
"Bye Rachel."
"Bye, Jo."
Henry sighed. "So what are we doing for the next few hours?"
"How about Eye Spy?" I said with a laughed. Henry joined in as well.
