~Ines~
I wake up in a hospital bed, my left side aching, head spinning, with a very anxious Connor sitting next to me.
"Ines!" He says softly when he realises I'm awake. "Oh baby, oh sweetie." I feel like crying I don't know why. Maybe because I'm in so much pain, and still shit scared of those bear-like men last night. Then I do start crying, softly at first but the more he hugs me the more I cry.
"Shh sweetie, please don't cry. It's okay. It's all okay. Everything's good now." But then he bumps something accidentally and pain shoots through my body.
"Argh fuck." I cry out. A plump sweet looking nurse bustles in. "Fudge. I said fudge." I mutter through my tears. Jesus christ this hurts so much.
"Oh sweetie, that's going to hurt for a while." She says softly, "You've dislocated your shoulder."
"I've what?!" Dislocated?! How am I supposed to finish this mission with a dislocated shoulder?! I glance over at Connor, he's holding my hand his face has gone very white.
"Yes, you had extreme contact with a very hard object. You're very lucky Ine.. Ines. You hit your head hard on concrete, you're lucky your skull didn't split." I gag in my mouth. I feel so faint. I think I might throw up any second. "Its okay sweetie, you're going to be fine. We put your shoulder back in place, it'll be sore for a while nothing a few pain killers can't fix." She winks at me and fixes my sheets. "Right well, everything seems to be fine." She checks charts and looks at me in weird ways then looks back at her charts. "Yes, you're all good. You'll probably fall asleep again soon. You're friend here's been very anxious to see you're okay. I'm sure you're in safe hands." She smiles at me one more time and then leaves the room.
"Jesus Christ." Connor sighs, he rests his head against my bed for a few seconds then looks up at me. "Nez, I... I'm so sorry baby."
"How can I have a dislocated shoulder?! I never hurt things! Ask anyone I never hurt things!" My voice is becoming hysterical.
"Baby, calm down, it's okay." He tries to soothe me. It doesn't work. I start crying again. "No baby no, please don't cry." He very gently eases himself into my hospital bed, being very careful around my dislocated shoulder. I snuggle into him and cry for a little while, making a wet patch on his shirt.
"I'm sorry." I sniffle.
"Don't apologize. This shouldn't be you here sweetie. I should have looked after you better, should have protected you. I'm so sorry."
"Don't you apologize for what those creeps did. What happened could never be your fault, Connor." He just looks sad and worried. He looks so cute when he's worried. Amazingly cute. I lean into him and kiss him gently. He still looks sad. Maybe if I keep kissing him he'll stop looking so sad. After some more kissing, I ask what I've been wondering for a while.
"What happened after I went out?"
"Well. Jack was helping Lily, he'd smashed up Graeme, and then Matt saved my arse and started bashing up Chris. But then Chris got a gun from somewhere."
"Oh god," I muttered.
"Heh, yeah. Anyway. He started shooting like a crazy man, and then I went to check if you were okay, and the next thing I heard was a loud bang and Matt like shouting in pain."
"Holy shit!" Oh god. My heart starts racing and everything tingles. Matt! Is he okay?! Oh god, what if... What if Matt died?!
"It's okay, he was only shot in the arm. But Chris kept on threatening to shoot him again. Poor kid, lying half-unconscious on the ground, blood streaming from his arm, getting threatened by some nutter, and then the cops showed up."
"The cops?!"
"Well yeah, how do you think you got here?"
"I dunno..." I snuggled closer to him. It's crazy how much happened last night. It's crazy to think we're all only seventeen, this is the stuff trained thirty-year-old spies to deal with.
First Em, now us. What the fuck?
Why would Mr Chelsea put us on a mission like this? Especially since he seems to be part of the team bad guy. Suddenly we're not alone. Two police officers walk into my room accompanied by my plump nurse.
"Excuse me." One of them asks. "Is there a Connor Taylor here?"
"That's me," Connor says awkwardly. He slowly gets off my bed, careful not to hurt me.
"We'd like to ask you some questions. Would you come with us?"
"Sure." He looks back down at me.
"Go, I'll be fine I promise," I say.
"I love you, I'll be back soon." He kisses me gently then walks off with the police officers.
"Love you more," I call after him. I'm tired, I'll sleep now.
