I started to really hate hospitals. I woke up slowly, but didn't move. I knew all the injuries I'd received...were from Cari. Finally a voice spoke-Tseng.
"You're lucky she didn't do more damage. If I hadn't got there you'd be dead. Lucky I live in the area, too-"
"I'm not lucky.' I whispered as Tseng faltered.
"Excuse me?"
"My best friend is dead after she tried to kill me. Is that lucky?"
''...she was shot with a Tranquilizer."
By his tone I knew there was more. I looked up at him now as Tseng sighed.
"She's undergoing treatment, but they're keeping her in medically induced coma so she doesn't kill anyone..."
"And?" I knew his face to know more had happened. Tseng sighed, shaking his head.
"It's not your concern....
After he said that, I knew it was. And the feeling of my stomach dropping grew.
"...is my sister okay?" He didn't have to answer, I knew when he turned away. My hand brushed my crucifix, which I stared at for a minute before ripping it off my neck and throwing it away.
"If you were real this sort of shit wouldn't happen!" I screamed, hugging my knees for a moment before grabbing a pair of shears.
"Elena!" Tseng excalimed, but I stopped him as I took it to my hair and began to trim it until it was short one side like my sister. The other side was bobbed like Cari's. And so my hair became a tribute to them as I faced Tseng, a decision made.
"Once I"m better...how do I become a Turk?"