Chapter 5

"ugh" I moaned. I was now feeling defeated more than ever.

The recovery room is where I had woken up after the night I got shot by my old gang leader.

I sat up and dried my eyes. Eventually lifting my body off the bed, takimg my clothes and gettimg changed out of my blue cloth robe. That was supplied by the hostipal.

After I was finished I grabed my phone off the bed and walked out into the hall and turned right bedding towards the front desk of the ward I was in.

When they spotted me they got up off the blue couch, that blended in with the back wall of the waiting area.

When I reached them Sandra caught my wrist preventing me from walking further ahead. I looked back and saw a wheelchair parked behind her.

I looked at chair and then back at Sandra in disbelief.

"Your joking right?" I complained.

"Hop in before I tackle you into it myself." she answered with a smile on her face, which I physically could not return.

I didn't bother to protest as I knew she would win considering how unstable I was already on my feet. Without having a middle aged woman lift me up in the air and making me sit in a wheelchair like a baby.

I slouched myself in a comfortable postion while Sandra walked behind me grabbing the handles tightly and lifting the brake up with her right foot with her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Ryder on the other hand Ryder was avoiding my gaze at all costs. I wonder why Sandra brought him here. We're not partners until next week so why bother bringing him.

I rested my chin on my upright arm and closed my eyes when I felt the wheelchair move forward. I could hear the shuffling of people in the floors above  and below me. In the distance I could hear the siren of two ambulances and a fire truck.

The loudest sound that I could identify was the clicking sound made by the black high heels Sandra was wearing. It echoes through the empty halls as we passed through.

I opened my eyes when I could feel a cold breeze brush my hair gently across my face.

We were outside. Lifting my head up I scanned the parking lot and quickly spotted a Sandras black

Mercedes-Maybach GLS parked outside near the exit.

I straighten my posture ready to get out of the wheelchair I was confined in. The wbole time nobody said anything.

As soon as we reached the car I jumped out of wheelchair waitimg for Sandra to open the doors of the car. Ryder took the chair and ran back to the hospital entrance wheeling the chair infront of him.

I sat in the car and back on the left side.

"Why Cam?" I was startled at ber sudden question.

"You know why. I'm guessing Ryder told you already." I asked annoyed staring out the window starting to get annoyed.

"Your lucky he found the pills in the bathroom after you came out or you probably would have died. You should really thank him." She suggested.

"Wait how did he find out?" I asked confused.

"He went into the bathroom after you, looking for something that might have calmed you down so quickly. When he went in he saw the pills on your dresser. He wasn't going to go toilet like you thought he was just worried about you. Your lucky." she quickly explained.

"Why worried?" She had my intrigued now. I looked into the side mirror, where Sandra was looking at me during the whole conversation. Until I asked my question. She looked away and stared out the front window.

"He'll be here soon." she simply answered coldly still looking straight ahead.

Just a few seconds later Ryder opened the back door on the opposite side from me.

He sat down and strapped his seat belt in. Reminding me to do the same.

During the ride Sandra tried cut the silence by conversing with us. We answer dryly to her questions and didn't laugh at her jokes.

When we reached the CIA headquarters I got out of the car last. When I got out of the car I instantly met with Ryder who was behind holding a wheelchair for me to sit in.

I hesitantly got in. Even though I couldn't see

Sandra's face I could feel her trying to figue out what I was planning.

In honesty wasn't planning anything I just didn't have the energy to fight back. Maybe even walk to the front entrance of the building so instead of looking weak I rather seem like I was planning something even if I wasn't.

As we neared our destination in the building I could feel multiple eyes starimg at us. But suddenly they all turned their backs towards us.

I was really confused and asked Ryder what but happened he just smirked and shrugged it off. At the corner of my eye I could see Sandra smiling. Her smile stretched from ear to ear making me more confused than before.

"Here we are." addressed Sandra as Ryder halted the wheelchair out side the recovery room. I sighed heavily at the sight of the slightly more homely than the last one I was in.

Get ready for many long sleepless nights.

I hurriedly turned on my heel and grabbed Ryders wirst before he could walk away.

"Can we talk?" I asked avoiding looking in his eyes.

"Ye-yeah sh-sure." He stuttered, astonished at my sudden action.

"Just let me bring the wh-wheelchair back."

"yeah, yeah, sure go on." I agreed, letting go of his wrist and headed into the recovery room which was already set for my arrival.

I sat on my bed waiting for Ryders return. I had not been sitting long before Ryder knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." I yelled.

Ryder came in and closed the door behind him. I patted the bed beside me inviting him to sit down beside me. He quickly accepted amd rusbed over.

"So what wrong?" He asked looking me in the eye while leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees.