Chapter 4

I knew exactly where I was when beeping sound of a drip could be heard to my right hand side.

The hospital.

I started to open my eyes slightly but instantly closed them shut due to the sting the bright, white light above me had caused. I decided to introduce the light, gradually. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the sudden change of atmosphere.

When I moved my arms I could feel a small, plastic tube in between the top of my hand and the light blanket. The blankt covered my almost still body which would gradually rise and fall as I inhaled and exhaled continously.

I sacanned the regrettably familir cold, white room, I hated. It reminded me of all the bad memories of my past that I've tried to so hard forget and bury at the back of my mind. However, no matter how hard I tried, every time I was broght back to this room. All of my hard work and effort was once again erased and forgotten.

I lay in the bed for several minutes but, suprise, suprise I got bored. I felt helpless and that one of the feelings I dread.

So I sat up and carefully removed the drip that was attached to the back of my hand with a butterfly shaped plaster.

Not wasting anytime, I slowly rose from my bed to avoid losing my balance. When I felt stable enough, I made my way out side the depressing room into a narrow hall.

"Hello Camilia." A woman attired in a blue nurses outfit greeted me warmly.

Doctor Baker. She is my personal nurse and has been since I started working for the CIA. Ms. Baker brought light to my miserable life when I was in the hospital.

Originally from Canada the nurse was short, tanned, beautiful green eyes and big round cheeks complimenting her curvy figure.

"Didn't get too far this time around did you?" She pointed out while ushering me back into the room I tried to ecape out of.

"No, no I did not." I grumbled while I plopped myself back onto the hospital bed. Ms. Baker sat on the plastic chair across from the bed resting her haed against the wall.

"We need to talk young lady." Her voice changed from her usual sweet kind tone to a this-is-not-a-joke tone.

My heart sunk from the top of my torso straight down twisting my stomach. I knew what she meant but I didn't have a good debate to fight back.

"Where did you get these?" She quizzed me taking out a small container which held my green and white pills I took to calm down when I lost my temper with Ryder.

The pills were to help me mange my anger. By calming me down.

I looked at the ground ashamed at myself.

"Look at the label. It's quite a usefull cheat sheet for all of your questions." I answered in a smart tone. My vision was getting blurry from holding back my tears.

I was mentally dying inside but I couldn't let that hurt whatever sanity I had left.

"I want to hear it from you Cam." she explained making her way over to me sitting at the end of the bed. While not taking her eyes off me.

"The doctor presribed it to me." I heard my voice shake. Well that's just pathetic. That's just making me look weak. Well done Camilia, well done.

Weak. Feeling weak was the other feeling I could not bare. Even thinking of it made me sick.

"Okay. Your not going to talk are you?" I remained quiet and motionless, looking bankly at the door in front of me. The silence was cut off by a loud and heavy sigh, voiced by my nurse.

"How many did you take?" She asked with concern in her voice this time. Removing her gaze from me and repositioning it on the small bottle, almost full with  pills.

"One." I lied. Although I knew that she already had figured it out.

All she needed to do was look for the amount of servings the bottle was containing and then count how many were left inside and then subtract the two from each other, giving her the answer.

I took 5.

"Who are you trying to convince? I know you took five. But what I don't know is why you took so many?" With that she stood up and exited the room without looking back.

I waited for a bang indicating that she had fully exited. I had only layed in the before the door opened again inviting Sandra and Ryder in side.

Ugh really, him? Why now?

I avoided their peircing stares by looking down at my phone. I tried to ignore them as much as I could but it was impossible.

They just sat on the two chairs across from my bed, watching me with curiosity painted on their faces in silence.

"I want to leave." I demaded lifting my head from my phone to only meet Sandras disappointed face. I could feel my eyes burning up again. Quickly I turned my head down to my phone so that they wouldn't see my eyes tearing up.

"We are. But your remaining in the recovery room and I no excuses!"

Her words cut me like a dagger. Sandra knew exactly how to get under my skin. I closed my eyes begging my mouth not to say anything but it was useless.

"I'll stay then." I blurted out, instantly regretting my choice of words.

The whole time Ryder was looking at me trying to read me. I must of been a blank page to him. As he gave up after awhile and continued to look around the room.

"Nope, your coming. You've been out in a coma for two days, you need to be monitored closely by professional." She explained getting up from her chair and carefully placed a pile of neatly folded clothes on the edge of the bed.

"I'm giving you 10 minutes. We'll wait for you at the front desk." And with that Sandra left and Ryder followed quickly behind her.