I hissed as Mark helped me place my leg on the bed. Ava already tied a cloth around it to stop the bleeding. I already told them everything on our way here.
"We have to take her to the hospital," She said. Mark sat beside me.
"Not when she's wanted," Cole reasoned. I moaned in pain.
"But we have to do something or else..." She gestures towards the leg.
"Cole's right," I groaned, "I can't go to the hospital."
"You can," Mark said, "Evelyn."
I looked at him from my dilated eyes. "No,"
"Come on Kayla, you don't have much time," he insisted glancing at my leg.
"Who's Evelyn?" Cole asked. I stiffened and sighed.
"Her name's Evelyn O'Neil," I said, "she's my doctor."
"So let's get you to her," Ava said.
"No!" I almost yelled. They all looked at me. Except Mark. "She can't help me,"
"Why?" She asked confusedly. I paused. My eyes met Mark's. He looked down and sighed.
"Cause she's a neurosurgeon," he told, then looked back at me, "but she may know someone who might,"
"No," I whispered to him, shaking my head softly. He held my hand and leaned forward.
"It's the only choice we have," he said in my ear. I'm not ready for them to know about my illness.
"Come on guys, we have to hurry," Ava said. Mark took my arm and placed over his shoulder again.
"Who's watching her?" He asked, referring to a knocked out Ruby, who was tied to a chair at the corner.
"I will," Cole said. I held him.
"Careful, she's dangerous," I advised. He smiled.
"Well I do love a challenge," he said.
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"It's almost dawn," I pointed out hoarsely as we entered the hospital building. I pulled my cap closer to my face while we walked towards the elevator. Apparently, we were being labeled as pristine serial killers. Which doesn't even make any sense by the way.
The elevator dinged and we got in, along with a few others. We stayed at the back to avoid drawing attention. We don't know if our faces were already on the news, but we didn't want to take any chances. I looked up at the elevator screen, but it was getting blurry and I was starting to feel dizzy.
Of course, he whacked my head with a hammer.
The elevator opened and we waited till almost everyone got out, before leaving too. Mark took me to her office. And she was packing, about leaving.
"Mark?" She asked confusedly, then looked down at me. "Kayla..." She whispered and rushed towards me, helping me sit down.
"What on earth happened?!" She asked us, running to the cabinet in the office.
"Just some agency stuff," Mark answered as she came back with a box filled with medical things.
"I warned you about her condition," she scolded as she injected me, "it's a miracle she's still alive." Then she examined me, "How'd you feel?" She asked.
"Like shit," I said. "And I think I'm gonna pass out."
She held my face and pushed my hair back, "Did you take a hit on the head?" She asked, pulling back and looking at me. Waiting for an answer.
"Yes," I replied, "Twice,"
"Oh Kayla..." She whispered in concern.
"I know," I said, glancing at Ava from the corner of my eyes. She looked at her and then at me. Then she sighed and straightened up.
"We need to get her to Doctor Yuri," she declared, "he's the Orthopaedic,"
So she took us to the doctor. He was a man who was a few years younger than her. Mid thirties maybe. He narrowed his eyes through his glasses as we entered. She explained the situation and he seems to trust her cause he didn't waste time in getting to work. The injection she gave me to stay awake was wearing off. They laid me on the desk. And I passed out after that.
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Ava's pov
"You both need to wait outside," she said referring to Mark and I.
He nodded and led us out. I sat on the chair I saw outside the door. He sat beside me.
"Is she going to be okay?" I asked.
"She's in good hands," he replied.
I know I've only been with her for a few days but I somehow feel attached to her. I sigh inwardly checking my phone. No calls today. I really hope he didn't find me. Last I heard he was here, in New York. I leaned back on the chair. Then turned to Mark, who was spaced out.
"Hey I have a question," I said. He zoned back and adjusted himself. I have a feeling he already knows what I'm about to ask.
"Go on,"
"Why does Kayla have a neurosurgeon as her doctor?" I asked. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Why does she do anything?" He asked back.
"At the cabin, she didn't want us to meet her. And when we finally did, her doctor reminded you that she warned you about her condition," I quoted. "Is she sick,"
He clenched his jaw, "No,"
I scoffed and nodded, "She is,"
"Listen it's not in my place to tell you about it," he told me.
"Fine," I said, "but tell me one thing, and I promise not to ask again,"
"Which is?"
"Is it related to the migraines and seizures she's been having?" I asked.
He looked at me, a little shocked. I gazed back at him. He sighed, "Yes."
I rubbed my temples with my fingers. I've always suspected she was sick since my first encounter with one of her episodes, which happened twice since I was with her. And I know it's something related to the brain. That's why she needed a neurosurgeon. But what I don't know is how bad it is. And judging from her conversation with the doctor, it sounded really bad. I sighed. I just hope she's okay. I watched as some doctors carried someone through a stroller, rushing to the other side of the corridor. I inhaled.
"I also have a question," he said after some time. I turned to him, tilting my head.
"You called me," he said, "why?"
"Cause I needed your help," I stated obviously.
"No," I raised an eyebrow, "Kayla must've told you about the spy in the agency. But you did call me anyway," he told, "why?"
"No I didn't think you were the spy if that's what you're asking," I said.
"And why is that?"
"Because she told me how you tried to save her and Cassidy Halton, when the spy clearly wanted them dead," I stated, "if you were the spy, you would've killed them because you had every chance,"
He looked at me for a while, then turned and smiled a little. "She's lucky," he mumbled. I don't know who he was referring to and what he meant, but I didn't ask him.
After waiting for almost two hours, Doctor O'Neill stepped out. We both stood up.
"He performed a mini surgery on her leg which went well, but she took a fatal blow to the head. I'll have to examine her," She said.
"Is she awake?" I asked.
"Not yet," she replied.
"How long will it take for you to examine her?" Mark asked.
"Shouldn't take a few minutes. Just some tests," she answered.
"Alright then," he said, "we'll stay here till you're done,"
His phone rang. "Sorry I have to take this,"
Then he left. I turned to her, "Um, you're Kayla's doctor right?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"How long have you been her doctor?" I asked.
"For about two years. May I ask why?"
I shrugged, shaking my head. "I just wanted to know how much she trusts you," I lied. She smiled.
"Don't worry, she's in good hands," she assured. I smiled.
"Yeah, so I've been told," I glanced at the direction Mark went.
"I should get started," she declared and went in. I sat back down.
So Kayla's had this sickness for about two years. Or more. Depending if Doctor O'Neill was the first. I sighed. This just keep getting complicated
Mark returned. "It's the agency. They have a new lead on you and Kayla's whereabouts," he informed.
"That's not good," I looked at the door. "She's still being examined,"
"I know, which is why you need to get her out of here as soon as she's done. To this address," he borrowed a pen from a doctor and brought out a sheet of paper. He scribbled and handed it to me.
"What about the cabin?" I asked.
"I don't know what location they must've found. But I'm not taking any chances," he said, then sighed.
"Listen, I know you definitely didn't plan for all of this. But I want you to take care of her, please," he requested. He's right, I definitely didn't plan for any of this.
I nodded, "I will,"
"Thanks. I'll call Cole and tell him to bring Ariel with him, they'll meet you there," he said and was about to take off.
"Wait!" I called, "what about the results?"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Just get her and yourself out of here," he said and ran out.
I pushed the door open, "Sorry Doc, but we need to go, asap," I said.
"I'm not yet done...."
"How long will it take?" I asked.
"About three more minutes," she said.
I can wait.
"...but if there's something wrong then I'll have to...."
"There's no time Mrs O'Neill," I cut her off. "Mark will come for the results." She sighed and completed the scan. Then stood up and left the office. I raised an eyebrow but didn't complain.
Then I went towards Kayla. They tied a bandage on her head and her left leg. "She won't be able to walk on her own for a while,"
I turned around sharply to see the other doctor. I had forgotten he was still here.
"A figment of her bone was broken. So we had to add a small rod to support it. She'll need a crutch," he continued, walking closer, "and that requires paperwork."
"I don't have that time," I stated, then thought for a moment, "what about a cane?"
"That's also advisable," he said. I smiled a little then looked around. There's wasn't anything similar to a cane in the office. He went under his desk and came out with a black one, with a golden head.
"My brother broke his right leg when he was nineteen. I bought him this cane as a gift. He died a few months later during a robbery. Shot in the head," he handed me the stick, "that was twenty years ago,"
"Thanks, I'm sure he's happy knowing you never forgot him," I said. He smiled.
"Did I miss something?" A very sleepy voice said.
"Kayla!" I went back to her, helping her up, "we have to go,"
"Where's Mark? And Doctor O'Neill?" She asked.
"Here," a female voice called out before I answered. She came in, holding a small backpack.
"I figured you might not be visiting any time soon, so I brought you this," she gave Kayla who took it and nodded. Then she turned to me.
"Make sure she doesn't stress her brain under any circumstances, or else she won't even make it to Christmas," she instructed. I raised an eyebrow.
That bad?
"Okay," I said. Kayla looked at me with wide eyes. I scoffed, "No I don't know what you're suffering from,"
"I'm not suffering," she muttered, "Where's Mark?"
That reminds me, "Kayla we need to go, now!"
She stood up and almost immediately fell if I didn't caught her. "Sorry for everything," she said to her doctor.
"Come back a year later with that apology, when you're alive," she said.
Kayla chuckled, "Sure."
Then we left the office. I helped her as we walked towards the elevator and entered.
"How long was I asleep?" She asked after a while.
"A couple of hours. How's your leg?" She shrugged.
"Heavy?" She said. I chuckled.
"You'll get use to it,"
The elevator dinged and opened. And two men in black suits were standing in front of us.
"Octavia Davis and Makayla Reyes, you're under arrest for the murder of seven civilians,"
Well crap.