It smelled like cleaning agents and linens. It took me a minute to realize I was in a hospital...
"Cari!" I cried out, sitting straight up.
"They're running some blood tests."
I turned to the window where he sat. He was also a Turk, no doubt sent by my sister, with short black hair in a small pony tail. And something was on his forehead...it took me a minute to realize it was a bullet.
"You're head-" I started.
"Someone shot me from to far away. Bullet dug in, not far enough to kill. If they pulled it out I might die." He explained quickly, standing and holding out his arm.
"Tseng." I ignored his hand.
"You don't look familiar. Unlike the others..."
"I don't like drinking in front of them." He replied as I stood pulled a curtain around the bed. I'd spotted my clothing so I felt like changing. After pulling on my pants and tank I spotted the other bed in the room. I also spotted the clothing. A pair of jeans, a camisole, a lab coat...
I dove at the name tag immediately and sighed in relief.
"Cari Allens. She's alive then..." I whispered. Tseng sighed, shaking his head.
"One of the Turks thought it would be wise to send you guys in the same room..."
"My sister no doubt..." I laughed lightly as I stood up. "Listen. Thanks for babysitting. But if Cari's okay...I'll see her when she gets home." And with that I left, walking out into the hall. There stood my sister, her face oddly serious as she pulled me down the hall by the arm.
"Sis!" I cried out. "That hurts!" Yet she ignored me until we reached the gardens and she took out her earpiece.
"Sit."
I blinked in confusion, but nodded as I sat on a bench. My sister stood in front of me, sighing.
"I never wanted to compete with you. I always wanted to be your sister. I didn't want your heart broken, that's why I warded you away from Reno..." She laughed lightly. "Of all the guys I work with, I'd say Tseng is the only good man. I worry about you. You will always be my sister. ." With out another word my sister leaned over and hugged me tightly. I blinked in confusion as my sister released me, her face shadowed. Was she...crying?
"Sis...what's going on?" I whispered as she shook her head.
"I'd like....to go out for a bite and actually talk to you...tomorrow." I realized I'd slept the night way, it was the day after the attack.
"...okay. Why not?" I replied, shrugging. My sister sat slowly.
"Elena you're innocent...I'd like too. But I don't know if I can..." She stood up.
"...you'll be a beautiful young woman. I wish I could see it happen."
My sister left me there then, in more confusion then before. If I had known why she was saying those things, I would have run after her sobbing, screaming, and apologizing.
That would be the last day I'd believe in God.