Here it is! Chapter two! I still apologize if it is still a bit... Fast paced and if some things aren't edited. I also hope it all makes sense as well. What do you guys think? Is it alright so far?
"Are you making remarkable progress, Ms. Avery."
"Eve... Please just call me Eve."
"Yes well... Uh... Eve. Your wounds are healing quite well and the puncture to the lunge is no longer a threat to your health. Although, you will have to be careful in doing any sort of major physical activities."
She gave a sharp exhale, shrugging her shoulders as the Doctor continued on through his charts, naming off information that didn't quite filter through her ears. She had been cooped up in this Hospital for weeks now and it was beginning to drive her mad. More like stir crazy. Eve pushed herself to lean against the head board of the bed, crossing her arms delicately over her chest. Ever since the incident of her attack, detectives and police men had been in and out of her room almost every day. She had cooperated accordingly, giving them information that they required, some details fuzzier than others.
Although the two, Sherlock and Watson, hadn't been in recently at all. It was rather funny but it didn't seem to cross her mind at all.
"You will be able to return to home soon, Ms. Ave- I mean... Eve," the doctor concluded, looking up from behind the glare of his glasses. Eve looked up as well, arching her brows as she gave a smile, actually happy about the news. She would be out of this place in no time, or she hoped so. Away from the stark, bleak halls of the hospital, the beeping of monitors and the wheezing of machinery. And most importantly, the doctors that constantly probed at her for information on how she was feeling and making up nonexistent excuses for some of it.
"How soon?," she inquired, lifting her chin as a sign of modest curiosity. The doctor paused, dropping his gaze back down to his notes before looking back up. "You should be good to go in about a week, Eve. If you are lucky, maybe even less." She nodded slightly and smiled once more, this time a bit more faint in her joy. A week or less, if she was lucky. Oh she hoped she would be lucky.
Foot steps sounded outside her door and with them, a couple of lowered voices. More detectives she presumed. Eve lifted her head slightly from her pillow, casting a glance towards the door way as the two masculine figures appeared underneath the frame. One tall and one shorter. She rested her skull back down, letting out an inaudible sigh as they approached, feeling a tad reluctant to answer any questions today.
"Ms. Avery?" It was the voice of that man from before. Watson was him name? "Call me Eve, please," she murmured, meeting his eyes as he lowered himself down to herself. "Yes... Right. Eve," he muttered, "May Sherlock and I speak to you? About your incident?" She shrugged her shoulders and sat herself up, propping her pillow up against the head of the bed to make herself a bit more comfortable. She knew this was going to take awhile. "Sure I guess so," Eve answered, once more crossing her arms over her torso, "But I don't understand why you couldn't have gotten the information from the other detectives that have come in?"
"I like my information fresh." This time the voice belonged to the taller figure- Sherlock. She looked up at him, met with the same observing gaze as before, visage ironed into a sort of focus. "I guess that makes sense," she replied, leaning back against her pillow, "Ask a way then."
"What exactly do you remember from the night you were attacked? Any specific details you could provide us with, Eve?," Watson began. She lifted her attention to the ceiling panels, letting the words run through her head as though she had rehearsed them over and over again for a play. "All I remember from that night was that I was in a dimly lit room. It was night time by the looks of it... There was no furniture in the room, no paintings, no sort of decorations. Nothing at all. Or nothing that I could make out. Everything... Was... Blurry." She paused a moment, mouth open as she sought out her next part of her explanation. "That is all I could remember of my location... After I had woken up."
"What do you mean after you had woken up?," Sherlock interrupted She looked back at the curly-haired man, pressing her lips together. "I woke up. I guess after I was attacked. I... I was just in the room, struggling to breath, in a lot of pain with the world spinning before my eyes, in a puddle of my own blood." She felt a sharp pain in her chest, although it wasn't from her wounds. Rather it was from the fear of that night. She had replayed the scene over and over again in her mind, trying to make sense on anything of what happened before she had woken in such a state. "I...," she paused, "I don't remember anything of my attacker or what had gotten me into the situation..."
Watson blinked once, pausing from the scribbling he had been doing on a little pad. "Can you remember anything in the day before you... Woke up?" - "Mmm," she breathed, resting her head back, "Well. I remember getting some coffee at my little favorite cafe before going off to work. I guess it isn't much of a job but... I enjoy it. Um... Afterwards I was invited out by one of my friends to go have some tea later in the evening."
"What is your job and where did you go have tea?" Once more, Sherlock interrupted eyes narrowed slightly at the edges. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, "I work as an artist. I have a small studio here in London and we went to get tea at the Milestone. Quite a fancy place. Never expected to be invited to get tea there." Silence descended upon the room as Watson finished up writing down the details, glancing between Sherlock and Eve, "Would that be all?" Sherlock shifted, slipping his hands into his pockets. "The Milestone you say?," he inquired, letting his voice drag a little before ending his sentence, "Shall we check it out, Watson? And maybe Eve's studio as well."
"Uh... You need a key to get into my studio. I would provide you with it but... I left it at my flat." Sherlock paused and looked back down at her, a small smile playing across his lips, "I don't think getting in will be a problem at all."
The lights that filtered in from the hall flickered off, leaving the pristine corridor shrouded in night. Her room, however, chased back the dark with the scarce light panels on the ceiling, now not seeming so bright compared to when she had first woken up. She nestled down into her pillow, glad for the poofy comfort. One of the greatest things here. "Good night, Eve." She looked up, noticing her doctor at the door way, ivory coat off and probably in his office- ready to head home. "Good night, Dr. Smith," she murmured, giving a hollow good bye smile. "Don't forget if you need anything, just call or press the 'nurse' button. There are people who work the night shift." Eve nodded, snuggling back down as he exited the room and turned off the lights, leaving her in the presence of the beeping monitors.
Sounds of foot steps awoke her from her sleep, groaning inwardly as she shifted in her bed. Who was walking through the halls this late at night? Eve lifted her head, casting a glance towards her closed door. Ah yes... Her doctor mentioned that there were people who worked the night shift here at the Hospital. Nothing to be alarmed about she reckoned She laid back down, closing her eyes as the steps approached, falling into background noise with all the other little sounds. Maybe if she was lucky, she could catch another few hours of sleep before Dr. Smith came to wake her up.
The steps suddenly stopped, causing her to look back up again. She narrowed her eyes slightly, peering at through the window on the door leading to her room. Darkness, that is all she could make out through the black square. Eve leisurely sat up, continuing to stare and watch. Was that a doctor? She laid back down, figuring they had paused at the office station or checking on another patient opposite of her room.
Her eyes flashed open as the handle on the door clicked, hinges creaking faintly. She tensed up, finger tips curling into her pillow as the sound stopped, leaving the room to fall back into quiet. She sucked in a small breath and forced herself to relax, pacing her breathing at a slow pace to mimic sleeping. Foot steps again. They were approaching her bed side- Slow and cautious, light by the sound of it. Probably hoping not to wake her. "Oh how could they leave you so vulnerable..." She stiffened again, hoping the silhouette that towered over her wouldn't notice. "I allowed you to get away once... I wonder if I should do it again. Oh and you are still healing." Her breath hitched in her throat as rough finger tips glided over her blanket before falling back to the mans side, a shiver of fear rippling down her spine.
"Such a hard decision but maybe I should let you go and risk me getting caught... Or maybe just end it here and clean up the mess and leave no trace? I regret keeping you alive. Now I have that Sherlock on my tail." From the corner of her eye, a sheen of silver caught the low light of the monitors, her blood turning to ice. "This is far too easy...," the voice muttered, a pause happening before she felt a gentle, almsot nonexistent, brush of her hair way from her neck. Her heart stopped as she closed her eyes, gripping her pillow once more.
She swung around, hitting the silhouette across the face with the pillow, striking out with her leg as she nailed him in the stomach. She scrambled up as he fell back, colliding against the floor with a loud thump. "Nurse!," she cried, twisting to slam her palm against the button not too far from her bed side. By the time she turned around, the figure was starring at her, fury alight in a cold gaze. She paused, her entire body tensing, expecting him to get up and charge at her. Rather, he jumped to his feet, spinning to face the window and pushed it open, hopping out into the cold night. Eve sucked in a deep breath, wincing at the pain that sparked in her chest, climbing out of her bed slowly. She shuffled to the window sill and peered through the open glass, searching the night for him. Nothing... Nothing at all.
"Eve!" She turned as a nurse and a doctor entered her room, flickering on the lights as they rushed to her side. Eve groaned lightly, shutting her eyes as they lead her back to her bed and coaxed her back into laying down. "He was here," she whispered. "Who was?," they inquired, gently inspecting her bandages. "My attacker... He was going to kill me." Both of them paused and looked up, the looks of their faces speaking of the alarm. "Call the police."
The next morning she was surrounded by police men and detectives again. She drew in a deep breath and sighed, rubbing her hand against her cheek. "He climbed out the window?" - "Yes he did," she replied, closing her eyes as she recalled the look he gave her before escaping. The attention redirected towards the window and the knife still left on the floor, leaving her surrounded by a few still-curious detectives. "What happened here?" The familiar voice of Watson brought her focus up to the two men entering the room. Sherlock and Watson. She shifted on her bed as they both redirected their gaze to her, Watson the first to make his way over. "Oh you know. Attacker now almsot turned into killer," she muttered, tilting her head towards the crime investigation. "Did he hurt you?," Watson asked, arching his brows. "No. No," she chuckled hollowly, "Almost did though. He said he regretted keeping me alive now that..." She paused a moment, casting her eyes towards Sherlock, "Now that he said Sherlock was on his tail."
Sherlock looked up, the edges of his lips curling faintly downwards before pressing together. "Well I am flattered," he muttered, "Trying to kill the living victim. How fun would that haven been." Watson gave him a glare before looking back at Eve, "Ignore him. He is just... Yabbering on."
Sherlock paced forward, observing the crime investigation. "Something tells me that the attacker hid in plain sight to get into the Hospital," he looked towards the door, "there was no sign of breaking and entering so he had to be dressed to look like a nurse or doctor. Or maybe he snuck in as a visitor and hid. More likely he disguised himself. Made his way here in the dead of night where he figured you would be sleeping soundly and would kill you silently. Possibly slit your throat." Eve blinked once and let off a slow exhale, giving a nod, "I didn't quite catch his clothing but he did remove the hair from my neck... I had to act... Quickly."
"What do you mean quickly?," Watson asked, crossing his arms over his chest with a look of confused curiosity. She shrugged lightly, "Well... I... Used my pillow to hit him in the face. Distract him and then I kicked him in the stomach. He fell back with gave me enough time to call for help. At that moment, he just... Glared at me and fled out the window." "Mmm... Interesting," Sherlock muttered, lifting a finger to his chin, "Fast thinking. What did he say to you?"
"He said that... I was left so vulnerable. Like he was disappointed that he got to me so easily and then he said if he should let me get away again. Alive I guess... And then he noticed that I was healing from my attack like it was something cute." She paused, a twitch of anger flashing through her heart before she continued, "Then he said it was such a hard decision... Whether to leave me alive or kill me and leave no trace of who he was. He mentioned the Sherlock thing and then said that it was far too easy for him to kill me." She looked up, first meeting Watson's eyes and then to Sherlock's, whom was busy peering around the room. "And the look he gave you?" Eve nodded, "He was furious. I could definitely tell."
"Which means he will be coming back." She slumped down against her bed, groaning inwardly, "God I hope he doesn't." "Oh he wi-" Her Doctor stepped forward, interrupting Sherlock as he gave a loud 'eh-hem'. Sherlock turned, giving him a sort of glare before Dr. Smith continued. "You will not be safe here, we know that now.. Even if we do put police officers here on patrol." Sherlock grunted, muttering, "Good god don't do that. He will find a way around them." Dr. Smith rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore Sherlock as he continued, "I think it is best that you return to a safer place. Possibly... I dunno." Her brows furrowed together, "If the hospital isn't even safe, why would home be any better?" Watson cleared his throat, attracting the attention of all three. "Why not our place, Sherlock? We are investigating her case anyway," he offered, giving a light shrug. Sherlock paused, his complexion displaying the complaint he was about to vocalize.
"I think that would be a wonderful idea," Dr. Smith expressed, turning to Watson, "And you were a doctor. I am sure you will be able to look after her." Eve looked between Watson and her doctor, opening her mouth to say something yet she hesitated, closing her lips. Maybe it was best to be with these two. Hell knows if they could keep her safe but she didn't really trust the hospital anymore nor could she trust being alone in her own flat. "Alright." All three of them looked at her, seeming surprised, even Sherlock.
"I will go with you guys."