Part 5
"Is he all right?" A muffled voice asked.
"Do you mean that or are you talking about the gland?" A female voice answered.
"Really, how is he?"
Black turned to glaring white. Darien shut his eyes.
The Keeper sighed and handed The Official a manila file. "He's fine. Physically fine. I don't know about when he wakes up though." She said.
They all understood the shocking reality. While she had assuredly said "when" they all knew the chances of "when" actually becoming fact. "If" was more like it.
"Aren't you going to waste a good surprise on me?" An exhausted voice quietly spoke up. The and The both twirled around in shock.
"Darien." She said, rushing over to him. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Yeah. Dandy. Just tired. What happened?" He said, sitting up. He stopped when a pain in his back escalated.
"You don't remember?" The Official asked. Darien shook his head.
"A week ago, you and Hobbes were sent on a case to retrieve a set of stolen CIA documents. You tracked them down to a terrorist facility which was wired to blow. You're lucky that you survived." The Official said.
"Where's Hobbes?" Darien asked immediately. Darien started to get out but a stabbing pain his neck prevented him to do so.
"Don't worry. Sit." The doctor said quickly.
"No arguing from me." Darien said, sitting back again.
"Hobbes is fine. He sustained minor injuries but he's all right. He's at home. We've already called him."
"How long have I been out?" Darien asked, wincing at what the answer might be.
"About 4 days." The Official said. "I want you to take a week off and rest."
"Sure." Darien said as the old man turned and left.
He looked at the doctor. "You know, I had the strangest dream." He said.
She smiled. "I would think so. I'm giving you some medication. It'll make you a bit drowsy so you should get some rest. You need it." She pulled the needle out of his arm and left to write some notes.
"Darien boy, you've been watching too many horror movies." He said to himself. Then he frowned. "Claire." He muttered. He shook his head. "Nah."
Instead of following doctor's orders, Darien lifted himself off the bed and swung his legs over the side. He got up and stretched, ignoring the pain. The medication had really helped. His pain was only a small discomfort.
Darien rubbed his eyes and looked around. He saw his clothes lying on a chair in the corner of the room. He walked over to the chair, thinking he'd change and find Hobbes. 'I'm sure he'd be happy to see me' he thought. He reached down to pick his shirt up.
His hand passed right through it.
"Oh crap."
"Is he all right?" A muffled voice asked.
"Do you mean that or are you talking about the gland?" A female voice answered.
"Really, how is he?"
Black turned to glaring white. Darien shut his eyes.
The Keeper sighed and handed The Official a manila file. "He's fine. Physically fine. I don't know about when he wakes up though." She said.
They all understood the shocking reality. While she had assuredly said "when" they all knew the chances of "when" actually becoming fact. "If" was more like it.
"Aren't you going to waste a good surprise on me?" An exhausted voice quietly spoke up. The and The both twirled around in shock.
"Darien." She said, rushing over to him. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Yeah. Dandy. Just tired. What happened?" He said, sitting up. He stopped when a pain in his back escalated.
"You don't remember?" The Official asked. Darien shook his head.
"A week ago, you and Hobbes were sent on a case to retrieve a set of stolen CIA documents. You tracked them down to a terrorist facility which was wired to blow. You're lucky that you survived." The Official said.
"Where's Hobbes?" Darien asked immediately. Darien started to get out but a stabbing pain his neck prevented him to do so.
"Don't worry. Sit." The doctor said quickly.
"No arguing from me." Darien said, sitting back again.
"Hobbes is fine. He sustained minor injuries but he's all right. He's at home. We've already called him."
"How long have I been out?" Darien asked, wincing at what the answer might be.
"About 4 days." The Official said. "I want you to take a week off and rest."
"Sure." Darien said as the old man turned and left.
He looked at the doctor. "You know, I had the strangest dream." He said.
She smiled. "I would think so. I'm giving you some medication. It'll make you a bit drowsy so you should get some rest. You need it." She pulled the needle out of his arm and left to write some notes.
"Darien boy, you've been watching too many horror movies." He said to himself. Then he frowned. "Claire." He muttered. He shook his head. "Nah."
Instead of following doctor's orders, Darien lifted himself off the bed and swung his legs over the side. He got up and stretched, ignoring the pain. The medication had really helped. His pain was only a small discomfort.
Darien rubbed his eyes and looked around. He saw his clothes lying on a chair in the corner of the room. He walked over to the chair, thinking he'd change and find Hobbes. 'I'm sure he'd be happy to see me' he thought. He reached down to pick his shirt up.
His hand passed right through it.
"Oh crap."