Disclaimer: Lara and Kurtis aren't mine. Neither are Karel and Konstantin.
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Wakey, wakey! Rise and Shine!
The hospital was still under chaos. The kind of destruction that Karel had caused wasn't easily fixed. And that wasn't all. After the little "incident" no one really wanted to work there or had at least asked for a holiday. Usually the asked holiday was forever but the hospital couldn't afford to lose all of its staff. To some that incident hadn't mattered. The lucky ones that didn't acknowledge that it had happened. One of them, mr.Trent, had been in coma at the time. Slowly his eyes began to open and then he closed his eyelids again like the light was an enemy that should've been avoided.
One of the few nurses that hadn't been working that day when Karel had marched in and done what ever pleased him walked into Kurtis's room. Karel's little visit had resulted in the deaths of some patients that might have recovered from their wounds but Kurtis hadn't been one of them. He had been saved by Lara. The nurse was the same one who had talked with Lara first after she had brought Kurtis in. Her eyes were filled with sympathy when she looked at mr.Trent. Then she suddenly saw him open his eyes for a little while. She moved closer to his bed.
"Mr.Trent", she started with a voice hardly audible. "How do you feel?"
Kurtis looked at the nurse who seemed to be one large skin-coloured spot in his sight. He tried to say something but it seemed like his lips refused to obey him. Neither did his body at first but soon he was able to nod. His eyes were searching the room. Hospital.
"You're in hospital, mr.Trent", the nurse continued. "Do you remember what happened?"
Hospital. Kurtis had been in hospital so many times that it didn't bother him anymore. He had been shot, stabbed and beaten and who knows what else. In his eyes all the hospitals had started to look like the same one. Same whiteness and brightness. Same scent. It made Kurtis think swimming pools. He tried to look at the nurse again. She apparently was trying to say something to him.
"Do you?"
Did I what, Kurtis thought. Maybe the nurse noticed the fatigue in his eyes and repeated the question. Remembered what of what? He felt puzzled and kept staring the nurse with his brown eyes. He remembered Lara asking him something through the cloud of pain and agony. What she asked he couldn't remember anymore. What he remembered clearest was the slightly panicked look in her eyes and the tone of her voice.
"L-lara", he said quietly. Even saying that simple word made him hurt.
"You mean ms.Croft? The woman who brought you here?"
Kurtis realized that he didn't have the slightest idea who had brought him there but he nodded all the same. Maybe Lara had brought him because she was the last thing he could remember.
"She gave me a letter. I was ordered to give it to you if she wasn't here when you wake up", the nurse said in a calm voice.
A letter. A letter. A simple letter was a poor substitute compared to her precence. He rembered how her precence felt. She wasn't someone that one could leave unnoticed even in a larger group. Perhaps it was her spirit that seemd so vital to him.
"A letter?", he asked with a silent voice.
"Do you want me to read it to you?"
Kurtis only nodded because talking hurt so much. The nurse smiled. The smile though wasn't friendly or even sweet. It was a nurse's smile. They got paid for it. She left the room. Propably she went to get the letter, Kurtis thought. Where could Lara have gone? He had thought that she cared for him, even a little bit. That she would want to know wether he lived or not. Maybe he had been wrong all a long. Maybe it had been just business like she had said. The nurse came back with an envelope. Kurtis saw that it hadn't been opened yet but it was easy to read other people's mail. He had done it sometimes. If you were good enough to forge signatures or ones handwriting you could really do anything and not get caught. The nurse took a chair and draw it closer to his bed. Carefully she opened the envelope and took a letter coloured vanilla out of it.
"Kurtis", she began. What a great beginning for a letter, he thought. She was British. Had she just forgotten to write "dear"? This, on the other hand, fit well in the concept of her not liking him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up"
So she's sorry. That doesn't make it up yet.
"I really wanted to and in the case I couldn't I ordered the nurse to give you this letter"
And how could he possibly read it in his state?
"My intention was to visit you every day so I rented a flat just accross the road"
Then he noticed it. Something had been troubling him from almost the very moment he woke up. It was strangely quiet. He had gotten used to the racket in hospital but now not a single voice except the nurse's could be heard.
"Wh-hat hap-pene-ed?", he asked with a shaking voice and saw it in her eyes that she had prepared herself for this question.
"Two days ago...", he noticed that it was a difficult topic for her to discuss of. "A small group of men attacked here. I wasn't on duty so I don't know the details. They were like madmen. Many of the patients were lost and people who were visiting their friends and familymembers got hurt"
This wasn't something he had expected to hear. He had thought the nurse would tell that it wasn't the right season or something but nothing like this. It made a spark lit in his eyes.
"L-lara?"
"I don't know if she was here that day", the nurse replied. "You want me to go on?" Kurtis only nodded.
"If I'm not here I have either travelled back to Great Britain not knowing how long you were planning to sleep or" , the nurse stopped reading and looked at Kurtis.
"Sleep?", he asked simply.
"There's something you should know. You were brought to this hospital over a week ago. To be exact eleven days. You've been in coma ever since"
In coma? His eyes ventured to his hand and he saw the tubes exciting his left hand. Eleven days? It was hard to believe he had slept eleven days, lived eleven days without remembering any of it. It felt like it was only couple of hours ago that he had been bleeding to death. But on the other hand it felt like it hadn't even been a part of this life. It was something that had happened to someone else.
"The l-letter?"
"Oh", the nurse said and giggled a little. "I have rented the flat for two months. After that I have to head home"
Two months? It had been only eleven days and that was nowhere near two months. What had happened to her?
"If something has happened to me and I'm not able to be there when you wake up there's something you should know. I send your belongings to England. Winston knows who you are", then the nurse put the letter back into the envelope. "That's all there is"
Kurtis felt uncomfortable. What had caused her abcence? In the letter she had said two months. Had she grown bored because he didn't wake up? He didn't think so. There was something else here. Something very threatening and he had to find out what it was.
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Wakey, wakey! Rise and Shine!
The hospital was still under chaos. The kind of destruction that Karel had caused wasn't easily fixed. And that wasn't all. After the little "incident" no one really wanted to work there or had at least asked for a holiday. Usually the asked holiday was forever but the hospital couldn't afford to lose all of its staff. To some that incident hadn't mattered. The lucky ones that didn't acknowledge that it had happened. One of them, mr.Trent, had been in coma at the time. Slowly his eyes began to open and then he closed his eyelids again like the light was an enemy that should've been avoided.
One of the few nurses that hadn't been working that day when Karel had marched in and done what ever pleased him walked into Kurtis's room. Karel's little visit had resulted in the deaths of some patients that might have recovered from their wounds but Kurtis hadn't been one of them. He had been saved by Lara. The nurse was the same one who had talked with Lara first after she had brought Kurtis in. Her eyes were filled with sympathy when she looked at mr.Trent. Then she suddenly saw him open his eyes for a little while. She moved closer to his bed.
"Mr.Trent", she started with a voice hardly audible. "How do you feel?"
Kurtis looked at the nurse who seemed to be one large skin-coloured spot in his sight. He tried to say something but it seemed like his lips refused to obey him. Neither did his body at first but soon he was able to nod. His eyes were searching the room. Hospital.
"You're in hospital, mr.Trent", the nurse continued. "Do you remember what happened?"
Hospital. Kurtis had been in hospital so many times that it didn't bother him anymore. He had been shot, stabbed and beaten and who knows what else. In his eyes all the hospitals had started to look like the same one. Same whiteness and brightness. Same scent. It made Kurtis think swimming pools. He tried to look at the nurse again. She apparently was trying to say something to him.
"Do you?"
Did I what, Kurtis thought. Maybe the nurse noticed the fatigue in his eyes and repeated the question. Remembered what of what? He felt puzzled and kept staring the nurse with his brown eyes. He remembered Lara asking him something through the cloud of pain and agony. What she asked he couldn't remember anymore. What he remembered clearest was the slightly panicked look in her eyes and the tone of her voice.
"L-lara", he said quietly. Even saying that simple word made him hurt.
"You mean ms.Croft? The woman who brought you here?"
Kurtis realized that he didn't have the slightest idea who had brought him there but he nodded all the same. Maybe Lara had brought him because she was the last thing he could remember.
"She gave me a letter. I was ordered to give it to you if she wasn't here when you wake up", the nurse said in a calm voice.
A letter. A letter. A simple letter was a poor substitute compared to her precence. He rembered how her precence felt. She wasn't someone that one could leave unnoticed even in a larger group. Perhaps it was her spirit that seemd so vital to him.
"A letter?", he asked with a silent voice.
"Do you want me to read it to you?"
Kurtis only nodded because talking hurt so much. The nurse smiled. The smile though wasn't friendly or even sweet. It was a nurse's smile. They got paid for it. She left the room. Propably she went to get the letter, Kurtis thought. Where could Lara have gone? He had thought that she cared for him, even a little bit. That she would want to know wether he lived or not. Maybe he had been wrong all a long. Maybe it had been just business like she had said. The nurse came back with an envelope. Kurtis saw that it hadn't been opened yet but it was easy to read other people's mail. He had done it sometimes. If you were good enough to forge signatures or ones handwriting you could really do anything and not get caught. The nurse took a chair and draw it closer to his bed. Carefully she opened the envelope and took a letter coloured vanilla out of it.
"Kurtis", she began. What a great beginning for a letter, he thought. She was British. Had she just forgotten to write "dear"? This, on the other hand, fit well in the concept of her not liking him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up"
So she's sorry. That doesn't make it up yet.
"I really wanted to and in the case I couldn't I ordered the nurse to give you this letter"
And how could he possibly read it in his state?
"My intention was to visit you every day so I rented a flat just accross the road"
Then he noticed it. Something had been troubling him from almost the very moment he woke up. It was strangely quiet. He had gotten used to the racket in hospital but now not a single voice except the nurse's could be heard.
"Wh-hat hap-pene-ed?", he asked with a shaking voice and saw it in her eyes that she had prepared herself for this question.
"Two days ago...", he noticed that it was a difficult topic for her to discuss of. "A small group of men attacked here. I wasn't on duty so I don't know the details. They were like madmen. Many of the patients were lost and people who were visiting their friends and familymembers got hurt"
This wasn't something he had expected to hear. He had thought the nurse would tell that it wasn't the right season or something but nothing like this. It made a spark lit in his eyes.
"L-lara?"
"I don't know if she was here that day", the nurse replied. "You want me to go on?" Kurtis only nodded.
"If I'm not here I have either travelled back to Great Britain not knowing how long you were planning to sleep or" , the nurse stopped reading and looked at Kurtis.
"Sleep?", he asked simply.
"There's something you should know. You were brought to this hospital over a week ago. To be exact eleven days. You've been in coma ever since"
In coma? His eyes ventured to his hand and he saw the tubes exciting his left hand. Eleven days? It was hard to believe he had slept eleven days, lived eleven days without remembering any of it. It felt like it was only couple of hours ago that he had been bleeding to death. But on the other hand it felt like it hadn't even been a part of this life. It was something that had happened to someone else.
"The l-letter?"
"Oh", the nurse said and giggled a little. "I have rented the flat for two months. After that I have to head home"
Two months? It had been only eleven days and that was nowhere near two months. What had happened to her?
"If something has happened to me and I'm not able to be there when you wake up there's something you should know. I send your belongings to England. Winston knows who you are", then the nurse put the letter back into the envelope. "That's all there is"
Kurtis felt uncomfortable. What had caused her abcence? In the letter she had said two months. Had she grown bored because he didn't wake up? He didn't think so. There was something else here. Something very threatening and he had to find out what it was.