At night, Eclypsa couldn't sleep. The man's words haunted her for weeks. He didn't know who he was or is. All he knew was that he was an assassin and that he worked for others. The man was no better than a tool. Literally. Bane didn't even give him a name. He referred to the man like an inanimate object. Something with less status than a pet for God's sake. More reason to hate Bane," she thought.
Eclypsa was bored, Bane kept her confined to the hospital; whenever she tried to go outside, his men would politely block her exit and tell her she was kept in the hospital for her own safety. Bullshit, Eclypsa saw right through it; it was just another way for Bane to control her. She spent her days stitching up and digging bullets out of Bane's men while avoiding that monster, then she spent her nights with a silent assassin. She didn't bother talking to the assassin, she figured he was a man of few words and she didn't want to get to know her captor any better. But truth be told, Eclypsa was lonely. She missed the teasing and banter of her coworkers. She missed talking to others; her patients saw her only as a physician and the other men flat out avoided her. She had no one but the Soldier.
The Soldier was the only person she interacted with on a daily basis. After she had told Bane about the man's head injury and chest fluid, Bane took the man off of active duty until he was fully healed. After a CT scan-can't do an MRI because of his arm-she figured a month of rest was best. So he just was...there. Not doing or saying much besides checking and cleaning his weapons. Over time, they fell into a rhythm and now lived together in relatively silent comraderie. "It wasn't so bad," she thought. He could have raped her or tortured her and she wouldn't have been able to do a thing about it.
The Soldier was kind in his own way. He often brought her newspapers from the outside world or fresh produce. It was getting harder to acquire fresh food. The blockade that Bane created made it a valuable commodity. Eclypsa didn't even want to know how the man got her food. He kept to his own and never invaded her privacy letting her have a small illusion of freedom. In return, Eclypsa kept the apartment clean, cooked, and held one-sided conversations with him at dinner. It was better than she could have expected but knowing that she was under Bane's thumb made it hard for her to feel grateful.
Eclypsa checked her watch. 10:30. Good, the stars will be out by now. After discovering that the executive suite had rooftop access, she went up every night to look at the sky. That was the one good thing about the chaos Bane sowed. There was little to no light pollution and the stars scintillated in the sky with their icy beauty. A sound made her turn and as usual, the man followed her up. He didn't bother her, he didn't disturb her silent star gazing and occasionally he'd point out a meteor.
Later in the night, Eclypsa tossed and turned. "Who are you?" "I don't remember. " the words seem to be seared into her hippocampus. She sat up filled with purpose. She was going to give this man something back. Not because he was totally gorgeous with chiseled features, searing dark blue eyes, luscious hair, and the body of a Greek god. Nope, Eclypsa mentally slapped herself. She wasn't a silly heroine from a sappy romance novel. She was Dr. Eclypsa Delalune a person that knew who she was and not someone who got swept away by a pair of dreamy eyes with eyelashes of a doe. Those eyelashes made her insanely jealous. "They're wasted on him! Assassins don't need eyelashes that long!" She grumbled. But she had a plan and she was going to need him.
Eclypsa slid out of bed and crept to the man on the couch and whispered "Soldier!" She learned her lesson, he did not like to be touched without permission and he had almost broken her wrist last time. She needed her wrist, she was a surgeon by trade and was not going to risk harm to her hands by poking the dragon awake. He snapped awake.
"I need to go somewhere, it's going to help you," she whispered.
Even though Bane locked them in, Eclypsa was fairly sure the assassin could get them out easily. Plus she said that it would help him so hopefully he would be intrigued enough to break her out. Sure enough inquisitive blue eyes locked with hers and then he grabbed her by the front of her shirt.
"You will not run away. You will be by my side the entire time," the man stated.
"Yes, yes of course, let me go, I'm getting such a draft."
At that the man looked at Eclypsa and noticed that all she wore was a man's dress shirt. It was comically large on her reaching almost to her knees and she had to roll up her sleeves several times. He let her go immediately and she had to suppress an incredulous grin as a very very faint flush swept across his face.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"Maternity ward." She grinned.