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Enslaved

Chapter 10: She's Back

ANGEL

I stared at the wall. I sniffled and stretched my arms to touch my toes and glanced around the room with bleary eyes. We've been waiting for an hour, and now the paramedics only had about 30 minutes to save Max.

So bored, I mused. And tired. And bored. And worried.

Nudge and Ella were holding hands, soothing and comforting each other. Fang was sitting in a corner, silently brooding. I could've sworn that I saw that corner darken and flash with lightning. Maybe it's just my imagination. Iggy was pacing back and forth while glancing at the double doors every now and then. Auntie was crouched over in a chair with her hands on her face.

Iggy suddenly paused mid-step in front of the doors.

They burst open.

MAX

I groaned as I shifted to my side. My insides were killing me.

"Max!"

"Is she awake?"

"Look! She's moving!"

"Shh, calm down. This is a hospital."

Slowly, I peeled open my eyes only to see blurry figures leaning over my face.

"Shuddup," I croaked. They seemed to relax. "Water," I demanded, throat sore and tired. Immediately, a glass of cool water was pushed up against my lips. I tilted my head to drink some of it.

I cleared my throat. Much better. Licking my lips, I took in everything around me.

White walls, white floors, white bed sheets, random blob of black in the corner, white bed, white window - wait. I turned my head back to where the black blob was, and I stifled a laugh when I saw Fang contrasting with everything else in the room.

"So," I motioned around the room, "where am I exactly?"

"A hospital," Ella piped up. "Remember? You collapsed. Scariest moment of my life, hands down."

Gazzy chuckled, "I get the feeling this'll happen more often."

The door suddenly opened, and my head swiftly turned to see a figure come in. A man in a white coat came in.

"How do you feel, Max?" the doctor asked.

"I'm fine. When can I get out of this room?" I asked. Hospitals and I don't mix well.

"Do you remember what happened before you collapsed?" he questioned.

"Well," I racked my brain, "I remember walking into the house. A red-haired maid handed me a glass of lemonade because I was thirsty and requested for one. I drank it all, and next thing I know, my insides are killing me. I became dizzy, my vision was blurry, and my limbs wouldn't listen to me."

Gazzy added, "I was in front of her. Her knees just locked together, and she fell forward."

Dr. Gunter-Hagen - the name on his name tag - nodded as he wrote all this information down onto his keyboard. "Hmm, interesting," he said thoughtfully.

"What is, doc?" I asked.

"It seems to me as if you've been poisoned," he said. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Duh.

"We've already covered that," Iggy said gruffly. "She drank strychnine mixed into methanol and was almost overdosed."

If Dr. Gunter-Hagen was impressed, he certainly didn't show it. "And how would you know? If I may say so, you're too young to be a doctor."

Iggy narrowed his eyes. "Don't be jealous just because I figured this out before you. And if you must know, I'm majoring in medical when I get to college." I bit my lip in a futile attempt to hide my snickers.

Dr. Gunter-Hagen hushed down, but I could tell that he was irritated. He obviously wouldn't snap back considering that we were paying for his kind services. His ears and face flushed angrily, and his jaw clenched. Smugly, I was watching him with an amused gleam in my eyes and a small grin on my face.

"Miss Ride, you are free to go - "

"Woo-hoo!"

" - in a few days. We need to take a few medical precautions and make sure that nothing goes wrong. Also, please refrain from shouting or doing anything too vigorous. It may trigger an after-effect."

"Dang."

Nudge started to laugh at my interruption. Ella and Angel joined her in giggles. Dr. Gunter-Hagen sighed and exited the room.

Iggy looked at me with concerned eyes. "How are you really?"

"My head's killing me for one thing," I sighed. "And my muscles are sore."

"You did have a weird spasm attack," Fang added. I glared at him.

.

I stepped out of Dr. M's car and stretched. They finally let me out of that stupid hospital. Of course, I was sentenced to bed rest, but as long as I'm out of there, anything works with me.

Something dawned on me. "Hey," I said. Everyone turned to look at me. "What was that maid's name?"

Fang rolled his eyes. "Be specific. We have a lot of maids."

I glared at him. "What other maid would I be interested in, moron? I want the name of that redheaded one."

"Oh, her?" Angel chirped. "Her name's Lissa. I think she started working here a few weeks after Iggy, Gazzy, and I started living here."

"Oh. That's interesting. I think I'll head on up. G'night," I said as I walked towards the front door.

"But Max," I heard Ella's protest, "it's almost tea time! That's the best time of the day."

"I'll pass, thank you," I told her. "I'm tired. Waking up in the hospital after being poisoned takes a lot out of you." I marched myself up to my room but not before letting myself enter the servant's quarters - that's what the Martinez's jokingly call them.

I knocked on the door for a brief second before shoving the door open without warning. I heard a few squeaks and startled screams from inside and rolled my eyes.

"Are you girls decent?" was the first thing I said. I wasn't going to enter a room where there are half-naked girls. No, I'm just not Iggy.

One of the brunettes glared at me. It was quite a sad glare, in fact. I've seen Angel do better.

"Who do you think you are? Barging into our room like that!" she demanded.

I crossed my arms and cocked my hip, immediately going into my bad-ass position. "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? I don't know if Dr. M briefed you guys on this, but she told me that you must treat me like I'm part of the family now."

She scoffed in disbelief.

"Don't believe me? Fine. But when Miss Ella comes around after tea time to tell you guys, don't say I didn't warn you," I smirked. "Now that that's clear, I'd like to see Lissa."

Heads turned to look pointedly at the only redhead in the room. "What?" she snapped.

I pointed out the door. "Outside."

Her jaw dropped. "You can't order me around like you're the freaking queen!"

My smug smirk stretched even more. "Wanna bet?"

Lissa thought it over for a split second and began to violently shake her head. "That's okay. Outside it is then."

She was pale and clearly shaking as she headed out the door. I bit my lip to hide my laughter.

Immediately, I turned my head and snapped at the others. "What're you looking at? Hurry up and get ready for tea time." They nodded and stumbled around to get prepared.

"So," Lissa gulped. "what was it that you wanted, Miss?"

"I don't recall ever knowing you." My eyes narrowed. "Do you know something I don't?"

"No, Miss."

"Then why in the world would you try to poison me?" I knew I was intimidating her when I felt my jaw clench. I could probably even scare someone like Fang if I was angry.

"I - um - well," she stuttered.

"Speak up. I don't listen very well to those who mumble and stutter," I ordered. Hey, this was kind of fun!

"Well," she rushed. "I thought you were just a gold digger for suddenly entering our home. I mean, you're even dressed as someone who lacks money, no offense to you, Miss. But I was afraid that you had manipulated the others into thinking that you were someone very good but turned out to be someone who was only plotting to steal their fortune."

I raised my eyebrows, impressed. "That's a very thorough thought that you have there. I was only inside for a few minutes before I asked for a glass of lemonade."

"I'm very sorry," Lissa whispered. "It's just that, well, this has happened before to Master Fang. It would only hurt him more if it happened again."

"It's happened before?" I asked.

Lissa slapped her hands over her mouth and cursed. "Um - I - uh," she stumbled once again. "I said too much!" she cried before swiftly escaping my grasp.

I stood there, dumbfounded.

Clichéd movie line much?

Author's Note: Haha. Lissa cracks me up in this chapter. Not so scary now, are you? Well, I was gonna keep going but then I would lose inspiration to type up another chapter. Sorry, guys. Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter for either Counterfeit Model or Bad For Me ready to be posted soon.

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