Slowly, Amelia cracked open her eyes, closing them against the harsh white light with a groan. "Good, you're finally awake." Slowly, she opened her eyes again and tried to sit up but yelped in pain and slid down, seeing Bruce leaning over in concern.
"What… what happened?" She rasped; throat and mouth feeling like someone stuffed cotton in it. Quickly, Bruce reached over for a bottle of water and uncapped it, giving it to her. Amelia took it shakily and took little gulps, afraid to hurt her stomach with too much water at one time.
Bruce sat down in a chair next to her and answered, "You were pretty beat up in the battle. Not to mention you were quite ill, and your fever was quite high."
Amelia groaned and put the water aside, putting her hands over her eyes. "I feel like I've been through a blender multiple times, hit by a truck, and then dropped onto a pile of rocks."
She heard a chuckle and he inquired, "Has that happen to you before?"
"If it did," she muttered, "I must be immortal." Moving her hands to her stomach, she winced moved them to her sides. "What happened there?"
"Bruised ribs, two of them are cracked. You also had a concussion, multiple lacerations, a large cut on your left palm, and you were electrocuted twice."
"How am I even alive?"
"Good question, you should be dead to be honest with you, but you got lucky, he used low voltages when trying to electrocute you. And we had to preform CPR once to get you breathing again."
Amelia slowly slid herself into a sitting position, eyes narrowing at Bruce. "If anyone one of you did mouth-to-mouth, I will hurt them; well, not you because I don't want the other guy to come out."
Bruce chuckled. "No, no one did mouth-to-mouth. Agent Hill did the CPR, but, thankfully, she didn't need to do it for long. But what were you thinking, going off to fight him alone?"
"Umm, I wasn't?" Amelia replied, shrugging but then giving a hiss of pain and falling limp. "Someone wants to kill me for what I did, huh?"
"Pretty much everyone."
"Great," Amelia muttered dryly, weakly grabbing the water bottle.
Bruce sighed and shook his head. "I must say, that was brave of you to do it."
Amelia put the water down and scowled at it. "But my parents are still locked away somewhere, but they aren't in Russia."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, he seemed lazy, really. Not really putting much effort into fighting. And I don't think he would want to go to Russia to torture them with the news of us getting beat up, and then come back here to fight more."
"Good point," Bruce agreed. "I'll tell Fury that unless you want to yourself."
Amelia eyed him nervously. "You can, right now I don't think I can handle being yelled at. Oh yeah, how long have I been out?"
Bruce stood and replied, "Two days, I'm surprised you just woke up now. When you were out consciences, you seemed to keep having nightmares."
She frowned and winced as a major headache throbbed in her head, causing her to lie down and close her eyes. "Oww… do you have pain medication?" Bruce soon gave her an injection of something in her I.V. line, and Amelia soon relaxed. "Thanks, that's better on my head."
"No problem." Amelia cracked open one eye when she heard hesitation in his voice.
"What's up now?"
Bruce sat down again with a sigh. "What does Victoria look like?" Alarmed, Amelia sat up and cried out, slipping down again and trembling from the outburst of fresh agony.
"She… she has… long brown hair… and… green eyes," she gasped out. "Why?"
Bruce stood and headed toward the door to leave before answering, "We saw her during the battle. She was unharmed and alive, but she wasn't fleeing like the others." He sighed before continuing on, "She was watching the battle, Amelia. I'm afraid that she had joined sides with the enemy." Amelia's eyes widened in horror and she let out a strangled, choking cry as Bruce left the room to report to Fury, tears running down her face.
"Нет… она не может быть правдой, это не может быть правдой…"
Нет .. она не может быть правдой, это не может быть правдой ... = No. .. it can not be true, it can not be true ...