The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 5
By MyNameIsCAB
--Fang's POV--
I found myself dodging the agent that looked like Max, even though part of met just wanted to go up and see that it really wasn't her and that I was just trying to trick myself into believing I saw her.
But I think that there was another part of me wanting it to really be Max, so I started to spend more time around the hospital. It seemed those two agents, the Max look-a-like and the guy agent, were there until the agent that Guerra operated on family came.
"Well hello, there." It was the guy agent Max look-a-like was with.
"Hi," I muttered.
"I'm Ted, Ted Messina," the agent stuck out his hand.
"Nick Markakis…Not to be confused with the baseball player or anything," I shook Ted's hand, trying not to smile about what I had just said. I had taken the name, just to amuse myself.
"I never would have thought," Ted smiled.
"So you're a government agent," I said, looking at the badge that hung from his belt.
"Yea, I guess so," he nodded. "We're not FBI or anything, though."
"Well, at least you're doing something," I sighed, massaging my knee. "I'm so useless."
"You've got to be good at something," Ted offered.
"I used to," I told him. "But I've been around here for almost two years."
"So you're over in the rehab ward?" Ted asked.
"Yeah," I nodded. "My leg is all screwed up and it seems like I'm never going to walk again. They also say I suffer from depression."
We were in the cafeteria, which was empty except for a few doctors and nurses getting coffee.
"Don't give up so soon," Ted told me.
I shrugged. "I think I already have."
Ted took a seat next to me, putting his cup of coffee on the table. "The other agent with me. She's been looking for someone. I don't know much about him, but I know she's looking for someone. Someone like her that makes her and the guy she's looking for special. She hasn't given up."
"But why should I hope for the impossible?" I questioned.
"Why? Because the impossible happens sometimes," Ted continued. "It happened for me because someone told me not to give up."
"And what happened to you?" I was curious now.
"Me? My parents got divorced. I was unhappy. More than I'd ever admit. I hated my father too. It hurt me a lot, the divorce and I was getting hopeless about my life. But I had this friend, and she somehow completed that missing part that the divorce had made. She told me not to give up. In fact, we had so much in common."
"Really?"
"Yes, Nick, really. Her father was away often, even though her parents weren't divorced, she felt like she never say him and she didn't care much about him like I despised my own. Even having to spend every other weekend with my father was painful. You know, custody rules. And we started a friendship. We only opened up to each other and she was one of the only people that could make me smile for a while."
"So what happened to her?" I was ready to hear that she had died in some tragedy.
"She's still my friend. Finishing school. I'd be there with her now if the government hadn't recruited me," Ted finished.
For some reason, I had the urge to know Ted's friend's name. "What's her name?"
"Cal," Ted answered. "Cal Laughlin."
Somehow, his story actually seemed a little touching, and usually nothing got to me. Maybe it was because of my depression. It was wearing me down.
"So tell me what happened to you," Ted pressed on. "I told you mine."
I leaned back in my wheelchair, glad that it hid my wings from Ted. Perhaps I could make up some stupid story about how I had an abusive father that shot me.
"Nick?"
Looking around the cafeteria, no doctors or nurses were around. Using the table to steady myself, I stood with all my pressure on my right foot and unfurled my wings in front of Ted. I hadn't spread them out in what seemed like years. Few people knew about them in this town because the wheelchair had done a such a great job of disguising it.
"That's only the beginning," I told Ted as I tucked my wings back.
"Nick, I think you need to meet my friend," Ted said, his mouth wide open still.
"Who? Cal?" I asked, confused.
"No, the other agent with me," Ted replied and jumped up and started pushing me out of the cafeteria.
We ended up in an empty office that was used occasionally to get away from the rest of the world. I guess the doctors were letting Ted and the other agent (Max look-a-like) because there was a phone set up in here now.
"Wait here," Ted said. "She's not going to believe me. You gotta show her your wings."
"Most people are afraid of me when I do that," I said.
"No, you don't understand," Ted shook his head. "Just, when I open the door, open your wings up again."
I sighed as Ted rushed out the door. Maybe this was some kind of sick joke that Ted as playing on me to get a few laughs when he returned to wherever government base he came from.
I sat there, staring at the wall, waiting for Ted to come back.
He returned some five minutes later, opening the door.
"Ted, what do you want to show me?" an exasperated voice asked.
"Nick, come on, show us," Ted insisted.
I stood, using the table for support again, and unfurled my wings. My back was facing them, so I turned around. I didn't believe who I saw.
I hope you liked it. Please review because I don't have that many. I've still got like the next few chapters written already, so I'll keep updating anyway. But please review!
