I sat Ward in one of the armchairs, back in the drop house, before pulling out the house's advanced first aid kit. I walked over to him and helped peel his bloody shirt off, before I cleaned the wounds. One of the bullets was still inside his chest, so I took a pair of surgical tongs and pulled it out, much to Ward's discomfort.
I stitched up the holes and dressed the wounds, before helping him into a clean shirt.
"Okay. All done." I said, washing my hands.
"Thank you." He said. "What's the diagnosis, Doc?" he asked.
"Rest for a week. Give the wounds time to heal." I replied. "Shouldn't be too hard. We're safe here." I finished and turned around to see him smiling. "What?" I asked.
"I have an idea." He said. "There's a diner down the road. They have the best pumpkin pancakes. "
"Pumpkin pancakes for dinner?" I asked.
"Hey, they're good for every meal." He said. "And besides. Since we're stuck here for a while, may as well treat ourselves."
"Okay." I said. "You've got yourself a deal."
I went into my room and changed out of my bloody clothes and into a pair of jeans, a checked shirt and healed boots, before heading out to the car with Ward.
"You like Fried Chicken?" the waitress asked. "Ours is the best in the county." She grinned.
"Uh, okay. I'll have that, thank you." I said to her.
"My pleasure. And what about you, handsome?" she asked, turning to Ward.
"Pumpkin pancakes." He said and smiled at me.
"Ooh. Good choice." The waitress said. "How 'bout I grab you some Pecan Syrup too?" she said and winked at him before leaving our table.
"I never would have picked Pumpkin pancakes for dinner." I said, sitting back in the couch, opposite Ward in the diner.
"Did you not hear what she said about the Pecan Syrup?" he asked with a smirk.
"Okay, I surrender." I said, holding up my hands. "Oh, and, by the way. I never thanked you for standing by me when I was under Whitehall and Bakshi's control. I can't remember what I did during those three weeks. So much has happened and the last thing I can remember is Bakshi catching me. So, thanks for not giving up on me." I finished.
"Says the woman who saved my ass back there, stitched me up." He smiled as the waitress came back with our food.
"What else was I going to do? I don't think I actually could have left you there, bleeding out." I admitted. "After Whitehall was killed, I felt like I was lost in my own body." I finished, trying to explain it.
"Then I guess we're both lucky you found me." he replied with a smile and I returned it. It started to feel a little awkward so it took a bite of my food.
"Wow, this is good." I said. "How are the pancakes?"
"Perfect." He replied. "By the way. While you were changing. I did some digging and found this." He said and handed me a file.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Closure." He replied. "At least the beginning of it." he said and I opened the file. The first page showed a picture of Sunhil Bakshi and his prison identification.
"He's in prison?" I asked.
"He's in Air Force custody under Talbot. I was thinking you and I should drop by and say hello." Ward explained. "I know he was the one that took you, prepped you for Whitehall."
"Are you sure? What about your…" I started.
"Stop, worrying about me. Do something for yourself." He said, reaching over and putting his hand on mine.
"Okay." I said, a little reluctantly. "How? He's in Air Force custody."
"You still have that mask?" he asked, taking his hand away and I nodded, seeing where he was going. "You up for it?" he asked and a sly smile crept across my face.
A/N: Don't worry everyone! Crisis averted! If you didn't know what was happening, for the past few weeks the website wasn't letting me upload my chapter. But I tried it on my Mum's computer, and it works fine. Phew! Even better news, I have like fifteen chapters to publish! Woohoo! Okay, I'll go now! Have an awesome day! BYE!
