Disclaimer: Check Chapter one
A/N: See, I'm updating almost regularly. Thank god I have the files so I
don't have to type them again. I don't know how I managed it before.
1200 ZULU
A Hospital
March 19th, 2003
Clay sat up in his Hospital bed, his head still throbbed and everything
else just hurt. He checked his motor functions, yes. His fingers and toes
still worked. His left arm was in a cast.
'Probably broken' he thought.
And his right leg was covered in bandages. He tired moving it, pains shot
up it and he winced.
'Won't do that again,' he told himself.
A doctor came in.
"I see you're awake, Mr. Webb." The doctor said looking at his chart.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Better, I guess." Webb answered, his voice was hoarse,
He paused.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Do you remember your name?" the doctor asked.
"Clayton Webb." He answered.
"Do you remember you job."
"Undersecretary of state."
"Can you not remember something?"
Clay thought, he was bringing Harm files about Kareena and he was driving
to Harm's apartment. He had found a bomb in his car and had run towards a
pickup truck for cover. He remembered running, but then his memory went
blank.
"I don't remember what happened after I started running."
The doctor nodded. The force of the explosion threw you against a pickup's
door. You hit your head and have a major concussion. A piece of shrapnel
got lodged into your leg and your arm got broken."
Webb nodded, that was about right, getting blown up was probably what would
give him these kinds of injuries.
"I can't really keep you any longer, when someone arrives to pick you up,
you are free to go. The hospital is providing you with a wheelchair." The
doctor said.
Webb looked up,
"A wheel chair?" he asked.
The doctor smiled,
"You don't think you can walk on that leg, and you can't use crutches
because of your arm."
Webb slumped down. Great, just what he needed, the Admiral seeing him in a
wheelchair. He would never hear the end of it. The man had a way of
bringing things up in front of many people, but only the person it was
directed at would know what he really meant. Webb guessed it came with
being an Admiral, a SEAL, and being a lawyer. Definitely being a lawyer
though.
The doctor left and Webb was left to wonder when one of those military
types would bail him outta There. He corrected himself, when one of his
friends bailed him outta there.
A/N: The end... of the chapter. Tune in next time, or pay the consequence of
not knowing what happens.