Anna awoke to find herself in the recovery room in the ER. Normally she would've been transferred to the other side of the hospital, where she works, but Daren wanted to keep an eye on her.
She looked to the table next to her and upon it sat a vase of orchids. A card was visible from her position. It read:
Anna,
Hope you feel better. Sorry for criticizing about the meat.
-Steve
P.S. Come see me when you're better.
Before Anna had time to think who Steve was, Daren walked into the room with a smile. "Hey, you're up!" Anna smiled back at him. "You had a visitor earlier but you were asleep."
"Who was it?"
"Some blonde guy. Had an accent."
"Was he British?" Anna asked, suddenly getting an idea of who it might have been.
"I think so. Why who is he?"
"The grocer at the store."
"A grocer sent you flowers?" Daren choked.
"Yeah, I found that a little odd myself." Anna paused and waited for him to speak but when he didn't she said, "So, when do I get out of here?"
Daren laughed. "Usually it's the patients that ask that question, not the employees." He walked towards the door. "You can leave in a day or two." Daren smiled and walked away.
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Anna held the phone up to her ear. She heard a voice on the other end. Then there was a beep, signaling for her to talk. "Hey, Steve, it's Anna. I went by the store and they said you weren't working tonight and that I could reach you here." She left her number and then hung up.
About an hour later, her phone began to ring. "Hello?"
"Anna? This is Steve. How are you feeling?"
"Better, I guess," Anna muttered into the phone.
"Did you get my flowers?"
"Yes, thank you. That was very sweet." Anna paused. "You don't seem to be the kind of person to send flowers."
"Well, you made me feel a little guilty about the whole meat thing. So, who was it that stabbed you? Do you know?"
"My sister. She's an assassin. Hates me, she does. I'm surprised she left me my tags."
Steve was silent, until finally, he said, "I entered the King of Iron Fist Tournament and in it there was a woman named Nina Williams. Is she your sister?"
Anna put her hand to her forehead, remembering Nina's face. "Yeah, unfortunately."
A/N: Okay, nothing new really. We know she's alright but how long before she falls into another trap? I'm open for ideas and/or suggestions, by the way.
