Beating People? No I don't. Its not like I'm projecting some kind of childhood trauma *Nervous Laugh*...So anyway yeah I hadn't anticipated such good response so soon. Don't usually get that. Gladrag, you actually raise a very fair point. I guess I didn't really think through the last part. See I know the character much more than the readers, He's very accustomed to beatings and a high pain threshold. I will ensure I make this kind of stuff more clear next time. And when I said 'Realistic' I didn't mean everything will be pin point plausible, I meant it as in a real life in espionage people would get seriously harmed or killed. In the TV show they always seemed to be alright in the end. That's why I liked your story, shit hits the fan and people gets hurt. Anyway. Enjoy

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I took a deep snorting breath through my nose, my ribs still ached. The sharp white bright from above and I clenched my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes to try adjusting to the light. As I opened I became fully awake.

There was the beeping of a heart monitor to the left of me. it was a normal rhythm. The illuminating light above sawn upon the limy green walls, bringing out its colour and giving the room a daunting feel. I looked down and saw I was in pale blue hospital gown. My clothes were nowhere to be seen though I doubt they were going to keep blood soaked shirt and tie. On my wrist there was a hospital tag, it had a blood type and the date I was brought to the hospital, No name or address, instead they had just written down 'N/A.' I started looking around, I needed to get out of there. I tried to get out of the bed but my legs were too stiff and completely locked up. I fell back down, all I could do it just lie there.

I lay there for a few minutes, trying to figure out how long I had been there. 1 day? 1 week? 1 year? Have I been in a coma? It's not exactly the kind of thing you can simply tell. There was a creaking of the door and my eyes instantly snapped to it. Entered a middle-aged man in a white doctors coat. The man looked old but had a degree of freshness in his being. He didn't have wrinkles and his hair was a dark grey and slicked back, he also had a thin and fine beard. He looked at me as he walked towards my bed and looked down and studied my chart as he reached me.

"Hi…" He said, hoping for me to say my name. I look at him blankly. "My name is Dr. Hooper, I've been the doctor assigned to you since you arrived a few days ago." He left another pause, expecting me to respond. Still silent. "Now you came quite seriously wounded. The car collision did some damage to your legs and cracked to some of your ribs however that wasn't the main damage. During the surgery we found your main injury was in your side, where there was some significant blood lose. During the operation we found some bullet fragments. Now we know the answer but I just want to hear you say it. Where you shot?" I kept quiet and looked down, avoiding eye contact. He took a heavy sigh. "The bullet made a relatively clean shot. It missed all arteries. We've patched you up and put you on some painkillers. We've also hooked you up to an IV to replaced the blood you've already lost." It was starting to get quite tense and awkward because I wasn't responding to anything he was saying. "Right, I'm going to be blunt. We need to know your name. We can't find you on the system at all so we can't contact your parent or guardian." I pretended to get quite upset. He sat down on my bed. "Look, I get it. All this, everything that has happened, it's obviously been very tough on you but you need to help me out." He handed me a piece of paper. "You don't have to say a word. Just write down your name." He took out a pen and went to hand it to me. I reached out to grab it, my hand shaking, pretending to me in a state of shock. As I took it I dropped it. He looked sympathetically and bent down to pick it up. As he was down to get it, with my free hand, I elbowed him in the back of the head, rendering him unconscious. I flopped onto the floor with a thud. I paused and kept completely silent, hoping no one heard the bang.

I unhooked my IV and moved myself to the edge of the bed, my legs still locked and hanging off the side. I lent forward onto my feet, hoping my legs to would kick in. Just before I went to stand I glanced up and saw myself in a mirror. I looked at mess. A dark black left eye, stitches on my right eyebrow and a swollen fat lip. As I stood I instantly fell forward like a tree being cut down. I hit the floor with a smack. I lifted my head looking around and I noticed a set of sky blue hospital scrubs with a pair of white slippers placed upon a small table. I crawled over and grabbed them; I needed to get out of that gown. I slowly got changed, making sure not to strain myself. I then crawled to the door and stretched upward to grab the door handle. A opened it slowly, the tendons in my arms throbbed. I opened it slightly and peaked my head into the corridor. The coast was clear and there was a wheelchair across the way. I opened it further and quickly slid myself across the corridor to the wheelchair. I struggled to get into the chair but I eventually got in. I had flown stealth plane so in comparison this wasn't exactly the finest get away vehicle. Being stealthy in a wheelchair wasn't exactly an option but I did my best to keep a low profile. I wheeled my way through the hospital, following signs and thin coloured lines to find my way out but first I needed to make a call. At the reception I saw a payphone and I wheeled my way to it. I hadn't any coins but luckily HQ was a free phone line. I picked up the receiver and entered the number ###99761155007* It rang and rang, I kept watch encase anyone noticed me. Finally someone picked up.

"Watch Maker?" I whispered. "I've got a Skeleton Clock that needs fixing." There was a long pause.

"Roger that. 3.50." A deep, croaky voice replied before hanging up.

I quickly made my way out of the hospital before anyone noticed but I soon after I left I couldn't help but feel drained. The blood transfusion wasn't complete. I tried to hurry to the safehouse as my head became lighter and limbs became weaker. I wheeled faster and faster, bolting past pedestrians going about their day. I was almost there. I wheeled up to a clock shop, 'Tock's Ticker.' I used what little of my energy I had left to burst through the door. The shop was filled head to toe with different types of clocks and was absent of any other sound apart from ticking. A single man stood in the centre of the shop in an ivy green shirt and beige sweater-vest. He was staring at me blankly. I couldn't feel my body and my breathing was irratic.

"Z-001-X. Reporting back. Recurring medical attention." I said heavily. I faded away and slumped forward, falling out of my chair.

My eyes snapped open as I sat bolt up right. As soon as I sat up I immediately regretted my decision as my side throbbed. I looked around to investigate my surroundings. I was in my studio apartment, with its shiny wooden flooring and crimson red walls. I had been lying on my light grey fabric sofa. I looked down on myself. They changed me into a black t-shirt and jeans and hooked up another IV for me that ran into my hand. Something was strange, all the curtains and blinds were drawn and the room was dimly lit by the wall-mounted lights. My eyes moved towards the coffee table by the sofa, it had a note and a tub of painkillers. I leaned over and picked up the note. 'Redress gunshot wounds every 5 hours. Take painkillers. Legs have relaxed. Practice moving your toes before walking around.' I lay back down and rested myself. I focused down on my feet and wiggled my toes. At first I could barely move them but with practice I got to wiggle them in quick concession. I slowly eased myself up to stand and I pushed myself up. My legs felt uneasy for a moment but I soon found my balance. I slowly made my way to the kitchen, rolling the IV along with me.

I got to the fridge and took out a carton of Chocolate Milk. I went to open a cabinet with my other hand but I felt a tugging which stung, my tube wasn't long enough. Some how they had attached the shortest tube of all time to my hand. I set down the carton on the table and opened the cabinet and got out a pack of pink wafer biscuits, I never understood why people didn't eat them anymore, they are magnificent. I carried my lunch back into the living room. Sat myself down and got comfy. I rummaged through the sofa cracks to grab the control. I flicked on the Plasma TV and put on the 'CHUCK' box set, I loved the show and had wanted to sit down and watch the entire series but in this line of work you were kept a very busy. I popped my pills, cracked open the chocolate milk and began munching on the pink wafers. After about an hour of pure bliss the elevator doors behind me opened and I could hear footsteps move closer towards me.

"Hey Spy Master." I said with a mouth full of wafer, "What disaster is it today?"

There you go. Sorry if this wasn't terribly uneventful. I kind of panicked when people started liking the story so soon and I needed to get a chapter out. I haven't watched the new series but I watched a trailer, it seemed rather gritty but that could just be the trailer. Seddielover12, what's it like? I hoped you enjoyed, please Review