A JCS Secret Agent

Chapter 12

My arm feels on fire. Nothing but blackness surrounds me.
"Her arms badly hurt." I hear someone say.
"Is she waking up?"
I try to open my eyes but a bright light forces me to shut them again.
"Laken?" At that voice I sit up abruptly and open my eyes a little.
What I see is a doctor, a nurse and Noah.
"What's going on?" I ask. Wide awake now. Arm still burning.
"When the bomb exploded you got burned and cut on your arm and face." Says Noah.
I look over at my arm. It's a little burned and red from soreness. I think it's bleeding but I can't tell from the burned areas.
"Can I see a mirror?" I ask.
The nurse rushes somewhere and brings back a little hand mirror. I grasp it and hold it in front of my face. I'm cut on my left cheek. It's not a big cut, a little more than a scrape. And on my foreheads a cut. I move my legs and feel a great amount of pain in my left thigh.
"Ow, what's wrong with my leg?" I ask.
The nurse and doctor exchange looks.
"We forgot to tell you. A giant piece of glass cut you and we had to sow you back up. Nothing much Ms. Horner but you can't fight for two weeks." Says the doctor.
So I got hurt bad. Not that bad. Just stitches and a burned arm. But the worst part is I can't fight, for two weeks.
"I don't need crutches do I?" I ask. I will not walk around school with crutches on. Such a bother.
"No, nothing like that."says the doctor.
I sigh in relief. Trying to get out of the bed I shift my legs but just find pain.
I thought occurs to me. I can feel my face go pale.
"What will I tell my parents?" I ask Noah.
"Oh they can't find out about this." He says.
But how? I guess I could say there was a cooking accident and I was burned, and that my dog scratched my face. But how will I explain the stitches? I can cover them up with capris. It is summer. If it was winter it would be better, then I could cover up my wounds with pants and long sleeved shirts without anyone questioning me.
"Do you think I can just tell them the burn was a kitchen accident?" I say.
"I guess that could work. But what about the cuts and scrapes?"he asks.
"Blame them on my dog and my bike." I say.
"The stitches?"
"I guess I'll just have to wear capris." I say.
"I guess."
"Wait is anybody else hurt?" I ask. I totally forgot about the rest.
"And what about the class?" I ask.
"Nobody else got hurt. Only you. And the dean can't erase and replace their memory until the day after tomorrow."
"It's gonna be a long day tomorrow then." I say.
"Yep. Wait.. Then why are you here?" I ask. He pauses nervously and answers,
"You are my partner, if I was hurt you'd probably do the same thing." He smiles, I smile back.
" So when can I get out of here?" I ask.
"Right now." He says.and to my surprise and shock he picks me up. We head to the front desk.
"This is Laken Horner and we're leaving." He says.
She nods and we exit. It was that easy? And on a more important topic, I'm being carried by Noah through the hospital parking lot to his dad in his car.
"Hey sport. Is she ok?" His dad asks.
"Yay I'm fine." I say. Not really into the whole, pick up and carry me to your car thing but ok. I'd rather it be someone else but who cares. It's over with now. Meant nothing to me.
"Hey dad." Says Noah.
Wait their driving me home? Do they Know where I live. What will my mom say to me getting out of a random car?
"Do you guys know where I live?" I ask.
"No, we were hoping you'd be awake enough to tell us." Says his dad.
"Oh ok. I'll direct you then."
I give them directions from back seat with Noah. We soon arrive at my house and I get out.
"Thanks for the ride." I say.
"No big deal." Says his dad.
"Hope your feeling well tomorrow." Says Noah.
"Me too." I say smiling a little.
The pain in my thigh and arm is excruciating. I walk up to my door and go inside.
"Honey where were you?!" Says my mother.
"I was so worried!" She says.
"It's ok mom there was a little kitten accident and I got burned. It's fine."
"Where?!" She asks.
"My arm." I say. Before I'm even finished talking she scoops up my arm and screams
"Your arm looks like a sunburned tomato!"
"Thanks mom." I say sarcastically.
"I got to go to bed. I'm tired." I say and head upstairs. I take out my contacts and brush my teeth getting in bed. I pray and do my devotions then try to fall asleep. But my arms burning. And one thought lingers in my brain.
What does everybody in my class think of me now that I went all secret agent on them. And Noah and Mason and Adrianna. Boy I can't wait until they have their brain erased and replaced.