Later that evening I awoke to the brightness and hum of fluorescent lights overhead. I looked around and noticed I was in a hospital room on one of their beds. Things were still a bit blurry but I noticed a man sitting in a chair to my right snoring lightly. There was also a table to my left with a
Styrofoam cup filled with what I assumed to be water. I tried to sit up with little success, although I managed to sit up a little bit it wasn't enough to call it sitting. After "sitting up" for a while my eyes adjusted to being open and my vision cleared up. James Hook was slouched in the chair, his short black
hair was disheveled, his eyes were closed and his hands were folded on his bulging belly. He looked peaceful sitting there beside my hospital bed, not a care in the world. I wish I could say that about myself right now. My head hurt from the banter with that thug earlier and my wrists were sore. The
fluorescent lights were making my eyes sore so I closed them and rubbed my temples. James let out a snort and shifted in his seat. I let out a long drawn out sigh; I just wanted to go home. Next thing I knew I was waking up again with a nurse checking my vitals and my chart on the table.
"Ahh, good, you're awake!" She asked. "How are you feeling?"
"My head feels horrible and my wrists are sore from being tied up so long..." My voice sounded hoarse and a bit gravely; my throat was dry.
"That's to be expected, here's some pain meds for you and make sure to drink the whole cup of water please." The nurse handed me a fat oblong pill and the Styrofoam cup that was on the table next to me. I slid the pill in my mouth and guzzled the water down quickly. It wasn't real cold but it felt good and I asked the nurse for another cup. She said that someone would bring another cup of water soon. James was shifting around more often and decided that he was going to wake up. He sat up in the chair and rubbed his dark blue eyes. His head swiveled around looking about.
"Ah, Wendy, glad to know you're awake. You've been asleep for almost half a day." He ambled over to my bed side and ruffled my hair playfully. "You got lucky though; the police don't patrol that area much anymore. If that woman from the bank leaving out the back door hadn't found you there you'd be dead. Now that you're awake I do need to ask you some questions, as your friend and as the officer in charge of this case."
I smiled a bit as he ruffled my hair and nodded, a look of concentration falling into place on my face. James took out a small notebook he had stuffed in his jacket pocket complete with a chewed pen sticking out of the rings. He flipped it open to one of the blank pages and spoke again.
"Around what time did you get to the bank Wendy?"
I frowned and concentrated harder, my memory very foggy, images flashing in tiny snippets. "Th-three thirty...I think...I'm not too sure though, my mind is a bit hazy."
"That's fine, I expected your mind to be a bit froggy, now, was there anything suspicious happening before the attack in or around the bank that you could see or hear?" He scrawled my answer quickly on the paper, his handwriting a little sloppy.
"N-no...not from what I could tell." A look of hesitation flashed on my features as a flashback of what that man had said to me flashed in through my mind.
"Thank ye, bitch, I'm gunna keep my eye on you and If we hear about the police being called, you'll be as dead as the rest of them. Understand?"
James grunted a little and nodded, scrawling this answer down as well, his voice changing slightly from that of a friend to more of the policeman she knew he was. "You didn't seem too sure on that answer Wendy..."
"I can't seem to remember clearly enough at the moment." I frowned and quickly answered him, hoping he'd take my blatant lie which he did with a short nod. Several more questions were asked before the nurse came back with another Styrofoam cup and a pitcher of water, I mumbled a quick thank you my hand raised up and finished answering all of my dear friend's questions.
It was several hours later when I woke again, this time snuggled up in my bed the covers pulled tight around my legs in a comforting cocoon. I opened my eyes shifted into a sitting position slowly, letting the warm air under my blanket dissipate into the still air around me. My head turned to the clock
and I saw 3:30 A.M. plastered there shining a dim red. A groan escaped my lips and I reached up to hold my head, dizziness tugging the edges of me. I laid back down and rubbed a hand over my face clearing away what bits of sleep were there previously. My body shifted again as I turned over to face
the other side of my room, the red of the digital clock too much for me to handle at the moment. Deafening silence filled my cramped bedroom of the flat I lived in, no noise from the streets reaching up to this level of the building. My gaze shifted around the other half of my room, choosing to rest on the
shelf by the door where I kept all of my ballet slippers and my beloved pair of blue point shoes. I stared at the wall for about 10 minutes before sighing and turning over to stare at the other wall and the glaring alarm clock. Sleep seemed to evade me, the minutes ticking by slowly, the inability to sleep
buzzing through my head, the covers rustled as I turned over to face the other wall yet again unable to get comfortable. My gaze shifted as I stared at the photo of my mum and dad on the wall, their faces happy and smiling, both of them were holding hands looking quite loving. I sighed and turned to
look at the clock again, it read 4:20; sleep has eluded me for 50 minutes already. The room closed in on me more and I sighed in frustration feeling for once claustrophobic and restless. The snippets of images from what happened yesterday kept flashing through my mind adding to my in-ability to fall
back to sleep. I sat up and looked again at the clock, 4:25 flashed in that dull red almost taunting me. I slid my slim frame out of my bed and stretched, raising my arms over my head. As I stood up I grabbed my long pink silk robe and padded to the kitchen, sliding the thin material over my frame and
tying it shut. I rummaged through a few of my cupboards looking for my coffee cup before realizing I had left in the sink to dry, I grumbled under my breath lightly and filled it full of warm water for some tea. The aroma of earl grey tea wafted to my nose as I opened the glass container full of the loose
leaves, I scooped a spoonful in the old tea ball hanging above my sink and closed the tea ball shut with a small click and carefully dropped it in the
water making sure not to splash any over the edge. I sighed heavily as I waited for the tea to steep and looked out the window to my right gazing upon the early morning of New York. Cabs and other cars were speeding down the roads by my flat building and people were rushing to their early
morning jobs and various other things. The last thing I remember before the lull of sleep got me was placing the tea ball in the sink and taking a sip of my warm tea.
A.N: Again, sorry for taking a while to update, I've been swamped with school work and having to help my mom move and all sorts of other things.
So, not much happens in this chapter other than waking up in the hospital and Wendy taking that first tiny step toward the dark side.