What Follows After

Chapter 9

As Claire is being thrown into the back seat of a similar looking black SUV all she can think about is Six. His bloody leg, the way it was oozing uncontrollably from the gunshot wound that was inflicted upon him and how he still was able to keep his composure throughout the whole situation. "Please be okay" she thinks as she sees the woman who Six calls, Suzanne, walk out of the motel room where Six is.

Claire's POV

Suzanne walks up to a man who is standing outside of the SUV I'm in and starts to talk to him about something. I lean forward to try to listen to what they are saying...nothing is making sense though. Muffled sounds and fractions of words are all that I can make from listening in on their conversation. It also doesn't help that my heart is still racing from being torn away from Six. The loud pulses from my heart fill my ears as Suzanne walks towards the SUV. I quickly back away as she opens the car door.

"Claire Fitzroy...too bad Six won't be joining us." She says with a smirk. Tears gloss over my face as soon as she mentions him. She looks over at the man who's now behind her.

"Tranq her. We can't let her see the entrance to the medical wing." Suzanne says to the man. Medical wing? What do they...oh my God...my pacemaker...

"What are you going to do to me?!!" I scream at her as she moves aside to give the man enough space to come near me.

"Something that should have been done awhile ago." Suzanne says as she walks off to a different vehicle that's posted in front of the SUV.

The man steps forward to try to tranquilize me. Six has taught me to never give up so I don't plan on giving up anytime soon. With a kick to the nose, he stumbles back finally catching himself before he falls onto the parking lot.

"You little bitch!" He scoffs rushing back over to me before I can climb out of the vehicle. He pulls my leg down towards him and jabs the needle into it. I scream at the top of my lungs as he releases the needle from my leg. From what I can remember next is him grab my wrists, pulling them in front of me and latching them together with a thick zip tie as I close my eyes. A single tear falls onto the black leather seats I'm sprawled across on.

Six...please be alive...please help me...

Six's POV

The crawl to the bathroom felt like I was crawling down a long hallway that was caked in mud. Every movement felt impossible to complete with a trail of blood coming from my leg. Thank God, the bathroom door is open. I slide my body to the shower and my first road block appears. The damn bathtub attachment. I look down at my leg then at the bathtub then back at my leg. Claire...I need to get to Claire. I have an idea of what they will do to her and after they do it I know she will be gone forever.

I groan as I push myself up off the ground and slip into the bathtub. I need to clean the gunshot wound and somehow patch it up. I latch onto the handle of the shower and turn on the water. The water pours out of the spout with force as I slide my leg under it.

"SHIT!" I scream from the pain. I need to get to Clair think as I swiftly move my leg out of the way of the water. I look out of the bathtub and see my towel on the ground I used to shower just moments ago. I slowly sit up to grab the towel trying to make sure I don't fuck up my leg more than it already is. The blood from the wound mixed with water shows what a horror film this reality is. I slide halfway out of the bathtub, grabbing the towel and putting pressure on my leg.

Well at least this will slow the bleeding down, I think as I wince in pain. I need to get to a hospital...for Claire not for me. I can deal with this bullshit, but I can't find her without tracking her pacemaker. That is the only way I'll be able to find her and fast. I don't want to believe the CIA would do open heart surgery on her...no, they would do open heart surgery on her. I can't let that happen. I slowly push myself up with my free hand and over the bathtub laying on my stomach. I groan as I turn over in pain still holding the towel on my leg. The more I move the bloodier the towel becomes. I'm surprised no one has come up to say anything considering a gunshot was made just moments ago. I sit up holding my leg. I look around for another clean towel and find one hanging on a towel rack. Claire's towel. I sigh, taking it and replacing my towel with hers. I reach up to the towel rack and slowly pull myself up making myself stand on one foot. I need to close this wound, I think as I hobble out of the bathroom. I glance down at the ground to find my gun in the same place I threw it. Suzanne is smart, but shit she's an idiot for not taking it. I sit on the bed and lean down to grab the gun. The magazine is lying right next to it, making it look like they are supposed to go together like a perfect couple. I pick up the magazine and jam it into the gun.

Claire...I need to get to Claire. I slowly get off of the bed and walk up to the window. Peering out I see the worst possible thing that could happen right now...the car is gone.

"Shit!" I scream in frustration. I should have known they would take the car with them. I have two choices now: either call a cab or call 911.

Author's Note:

I hope y'all liked this chapter! Next chapter will have Claire's POV because I think it's cool to see what happens through her eyes as well. Let me know if y'all like this book so far! Have a great week!