You've made it eight chapters, so you know it's Mary Sue by now. From here is where the fantasy comes in.
Chapter Eight: Alnilam
Had it not been for the throbbing pain in his head, Gary could have slept for hours. Unfortunately, the pounding was so intense, he awoke moaning in agony.
"Oh, God," he whimpered, putting a hand to his aching head. He felt a cold cloth there.
A familiar girl's voice spoke softly. "Gary? Good, you're awake. Here, drink this. It'll help with the pain."
He felt his head – protesting the movement all the way – being tilted upward and a cool liquid touched his lips. His already closed eyes squeezed tighter as he tried to hold back a cry.
A hand stroked his hair. "Trust me," said the voice.
Grunting with pain, Gary allowed the liquid to be dripped down his throat. Surprisingly, it tasted like berries. Even more surprising was that the girl was right. The pain diminished to more of a dull ache, and Gary was finally able to open his eyes.
His vision was blurry, at first, but it cleared a little every time he blinked. He was in an unfamiliar bedroom. The color scheme of the room was a subtle sea green. He was lying in a very comfortable bed and there were windows covered by thick curtains that were successfully keeping out bright shafts of moonlight. There was a door on the opposite side of the room, a nightstand at each side of the bed, another door on the wall across from the bed, and what looked like another room in one corner.
And, sitting at his side, was the very girl he'd been trying to rescue from the beginning. It them hit him that she was the girl that had run into him at McGinty's.
"You…you're…"
"Lisa. My name is Lisa. Yeah, I'm the one you were attempting to rescue from the Institute. Thanks for that, by the way. I…didn't think anyone could hear my thoughts."
He just studied her for a moment, finally able to get a good look now that there were no security guards or mad scientists. Wait a minute…
"What happened?" he asked. "Last thing I remember is…being in the lab getting the syringe away from that doctor." Gary blinked. "I think…" He looked at his hands and saw a tiny wound in one.
"You accidentally injected yourself with the drug when you got the syringe away from Von Braun. I'm kind of surprised that it didn't affect you in some way. Unless it's slow-acting…it was made for me. Could work differently on humans…" She shook her head. "Just thinking aloud. Sorry. The Healer's coming, anyway, just to check on us. He's a little delayed."
Gary merely grunted. "Uh, are you okay? They drugged you, too, didn't they?"
She nodded. "It wore off, thankfully. Can't say the same for my ankle, though. Twisted it trying to escape, but that's not important."
"Oh. Uh, where are we?"
"My house."
"Why?"
Lisa bit her lip, then reached out of his line of vision and picked up…
"The paper…" Gary whispered. "Did you…read it?"
She nodded. "It said we were going to be captured. Your cat kind of advised me to make us disappear for a while. So, I brought you here, and the article is gone." She must have noticed the look of concern on his face, because she set the paper down, then said, "Hey, don't worry. If you keep my secret, I'll definitely keep yours."
"Yeah…okay. I will." He blinked. "The cat did what?"
Chuckling, Lisa explained. "I have the ability to communicate with animals. We had a little chat while you were unconscious."
"How long was I out?" Gary looked around for a clock and found one on the nightstand. It read 3:04AM.
"Five hours, give or take. You hit the ground really hard when you tripped."
No wonder his head ached. Even though the stuff she'd given him was working well, but it seemed to be wearing off, as the pain was slowly coming back. Black spots had started dancing in front of his eyes and his concentration was beginning to break.
"Gary?" Lisa voice faded in and out. "Gary, are you okay?"
He couldn't answer her. He slipped into the blessed oblivion of unconsciousness.
End chapter eight.