Akira's pov

I am tired. Really fucking tired. I wanna sleep more. Why is there so much noise? Ughh.

I open my eyes. Why are my eyes so heavy? There's a dull pain. My eyes finally focus on my surroundings. I am holding onto someone's index finger. Pause. What?

I trace my eyes up the fingers. Oh shit. The hand to which the fingers are attached is also attached to an arm which belongs to boss. I immediately open my fist up to let his hand go. He looks up at me from his phone.

He looks at me weirdly, as if expecting something. And when I just stare back , his face settles into its usual blankness.

"How do you feel? Does anything hurt?" He asks, breaking my trance of staring at him.

I feel? There's pain. I think it's coming from somewhere on top of me and on my side. I look down on my arm and find my bicep covered in white gauze. I look back up at him. Why is he here? Why am I here? Why is everything so...weird?

"Why?" A whisper splinters out of my dry mouth.

"You were wounded by a sniper" He says- and it all slowly starts to make sense.

Snipers. The car. The gunshots. I look down on my left bicep where the bullet had hit, I think it did. That's where the dull pain, which is slowly becoming more pronounced by each passing second, is coming from.

What about that sniper? He's my kill, I remember saying that. Oh I'll kill him. Have they interrogated him?

"The sniper.." I summon all my strength to speak those words.

There's an edge to Sebastian's voice as he speaks up "he's alive"

I nod. Searing pain shoots down my head and neck making me groan.

"What happened? What hurts? Don't move" He says in one breath.

I can't stay in this fucking hospital. I look around the hauntingly hospital like room. I hate it. I look back at boss. He's busy on the phone. It's my chance. I move my legs and throw them off the bed on opposite side of boss and try to use my uninjured right arm to support myself up.

Pain pulses through my left arm and I look down to see drops of blood on the white sheets. I may or may not have ripped out the IV. Everything around me feels like it's tilting and spinning while the light diminishes into darkness. What the fuck. Somebody is saying something. The voice seems distressed.

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There's people around me. I can fucking hear their murmuring. Let me sleep. I don't like the smell around me. It's hospitally. Why are there people where I'm sleeping?

I take a deep breath, trying clear the haze in my mind. That's when a pulsing pain in my left arm grabs my attention. I'm..in a..hospital. I'm in a hospital! I recall it in a flash. I was going to get out of here. But it's comfortable.

You can't be comfortable, I remind myself. I open my eyes to find Diana talking with a nurse and Eiran sitting on a couch typing away, both have frowns on their faces. I try to move- HOLY FUCKARONI.

A flash of searing white pain blinds me. There's nurses around me. They're saying something. Their voices are distant, like coming through water. I think I accidentally sat on my injured arm.

That motherfucker who put a bullet in me. I will kill him. No I will torture him, slowly cutting away at each of his fucking limps.

"..arm..carefull..okay?" The nurse is saying something, I think she is talking to me.

I look at my left arm and try to move my fingers. I can't. Guess they've numbed it. The nurse turns to Diana, instructing her about something while she nods along seriously.

"Are you hungry?" The voice makes me turn around.

It's Eiran who is asking me. I notice boss has entered and is placing a plastic bag on the table near the couch. Hungry? I am. Very much so. I nod slowly.

He walks back to bags and takes out something and puts it in a tray nearby. He then picks up the tray and walks back to me. The bed folds up, supporting me into a sitting position. He pushes something down which helps keep the food tray infront of me.

I look at him and then back at the food. I bring up my hand to eat it but his hand on my arm stops it and rests it back on the bed.

"The IV won't work if you bring your hand up" He says, his voice patient and soft and then adds with a smile "don't worry I'll feed you"

I stare at his hands as starts unwrapping the food in the tray. Shame fills me and I can feel how much he must hate having to do this.

"I'll do i-" I start but he cuts me off firmly.

"No. You need rest and should not move" He says finally unwrapping the food and adds "And what am I here for?"

He brings up the weird sort of wrapped food which had dark marks on the outside to my mouth.

I stare at the food and he explains "It's Subway wrap, it's good for you and really tasty"

I hesitantly take a bite, my face heating up at the fact that he has to feed me. I don't even feel hungry anymore. I don't wanna be a burden like this. Why don't they all just go back to their home? Why are they even here?

He brings the wrap up again and I take another bite. I've never felt so fucking humiliated. Everybody in this room must be thinking about how useless I am.

Finally, after what feels like a million years, the torture is over. Eiran was so careful and patient whenever I accidentally spilled, I felt so ashamed. And to top it, boss got up and brought a small bottle of something up to me. Silently, he put a straw in it and held it up for me to drink through it.

Probably noticing the look on my face, He spoke up "It's chocolate milk"

He didn't look once in my direction and I was more than happy for it as I drank. That milk was the best thing I've ever had. Thankfully, I drank it at the speed of light just to quickly end their misery. I know they've got better things to do.

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It's getting dark outside and I am sick of repeatedly being ask about how I feel. Why the fuck do they care? My anger towards the sniper who put me in this position only increases with each passing minute.

The watch on the wall points to eight. I acted asleep so they'd leave me alone. Even boss was here the whole day. Sometimes I don't understand. This would've arguably been the best time to leave me. Why are they here? It's driving me insane.

I also found out by over hearing their calls and conversations that the sniper came in a group. He had a similar bomb in his neck as Carlos. They'd apparently diffused the bomb and found a tracker in his arm. His arm was cut open and the tracker was removed before hey took him to an undisclosed location.

Another one of his teammate was also shot down but when they were trying to diffuse the other bomb, his went off.

I am tired of this now. I gotta get out of here. The pain in my arm is only increasing and apparently I also have a deep wound on my head. I don't wanna be a burden on everyone here. I could've very well treated myself.

My old comrades used to help in taking out the bullets or just cleaning up each others' wounds. Ah I need to get back into form. I've been a bother to them long enough.

I open my eyes and discreetly look around to find boss talking to the doctor who apparently operated on me. I try to ignore the pulsating pain from my arm and focus on their words.

"...be able to rest better" Boss says, his voice neutral.

"We still need to monitor for any signs of infections or internal bleeding" The doctor replies, his exasperation well hidden.

"The nurses can monitor her there 24/7 and you will stay there too" Boss' firmness overriding the doctor's authority.

"Got it sir" The doctor's answered, voice clipped and formal.

There was silence around me for a while before nurses swarmed the room and strolled my bed out into the hallway. They told I was being taken back home when I ask what was going on.

They put me in an ambulance and weird enough boss entered after me. He sat beside me the whole time. Honestly the only cause I can think of for their behavior is..pity. And that is humiliating. I don't need their pity.

The next day

I woke up this morning surrounded by the buzzing of nurses and Diana brought me breakfast. She also fed me that. And a whole new TV was put in this room. Eiran visited me before going to work. Leo and Kai also came.

Leo's face was covered in cuts and bruises and band aids.

"We're matching now" he said with a crooked smile.

Kai told me that he had another IED episode yesterday and he went to the ring to cool off. It was kind of a relief when they came. The didn't fret over how I am feeling or if anything hurts. They just talked and let me be silent.

Kai had to go to school but Leo refused to. He remained in my room and we watched all of Avengers' movies. I love the winter soldier. His favourite is also Bucky. He also remained by my side when the doctor came to inspect how the gunshot wound and the wound on my head was healing.

Leo later told me in a guilt ridden voice that it had been the glass cover of the cake that had smashed on my head. He felt bad about it, I could tell. He also told me how apparently Eiran had taken all his anger out on the sniper. And how Diana was working along with him to figure out who sent him.

Lunch in the afternoon was brought in by Diana again. She had made something Russian that I can't remember the name of. Leo had noticed my hesitation at being fed and took it upon himself to feed me as we watched a show on the TV. After that, nurses had come in to remove the IV on doctor's instructions and instructed me to stay in bed.

By the evening, I had grown sick and tired of being in bed. I had confessed my wish of wanting to go see the sniper myself. Now, I am waiting while he has gone to ask for permission to do that from Diana. That door is thrown open by an excited Leo.

"Mom said yes, but that she would accompany us" he says coming to sit on my bed.

I nod.

He helps me get out of bed, not letting me put any pressure on my arm. He won't even let me use my uninjured arm just because it had an IV in it and he said it needed to heal. He puts on my combat boots on my feet and tightens them up. My face feels hot with shame of not being able to do my own work.

He probably notices this and assures me how it is completely alright.

"You need rest and I will do this hundred times over if it means you recover well" he says sincerely with a smile on his face.

I stand up and the world around me goes dark for a second. He holds me by my uninjured arm to keep me steady.

"Hey if you feel weird, we can sit down okay?" He says when I finally open my eyes.

I nod and walk out along with him after muttering a small "thank you"

Out in the living room, I suddenly remember.

"Where's my knife?" I ask, my breathing starting to get uneven.

I cannot lose that knife. No-

"Honestly I was only able to get one out of all your knives" he says rummaging in his pocket and taking out my knife "I thought you really liked it so I should be carefull with it"

He holds the knife out for me to see and relief floods me. I didn't lose it. It's okay.

"Do you want me to put it in one your pockets?" He asks, not allowing me to use my own hands.

I turn around and point to the secret pocket on my waistband.

"There" I say.

He slides the knife into the sheath pocket.

"You won't have to use it, I will be by your side" he says and looks away to look at Diana who is walking down the stairs.

She has stitches on her right forearm. It will turn into a long scar, I think. She probably got it from the accident. We head outside and Leo opens the door for me.

He also holds the car door for me and I sit inside. He sits beside me, always talking about something random. Now he was telling me about all of their-our businesses.

"And we also partner with a petroleum company" He continues.

The ride to the location isn't long. It's on the outskirts of the city. Diana parks the car next to an old warehouse. There are guards outside. They both nod respectfully at Diana and open the door. She guides us inside through the dark cells.

Eventually, we come to stop beside a cell. The guard outside opens the door for us. Diana enters first with me behind her and then Leo. There's a man, his extended arms shackeled on iron chains that hung from the ceiling. He kneeled, his head hung low, in a pool of blood. His own blood, I note.

Rage takes over me. I grab my knife from its sheath and turn to the guard.

"Release him" I command, my voice chillingly cold and then to Leo and Diana "get out"

They open their mouths to object but I turn away and the guard unlocks the man's shackles. It's no fun killing someone when they are chained. I walk over to him, steady and silent. All the pulsating pain in my arm is a distant thing now.

The man drops suddenly as his arms are freed and hits his head on the cold floor. He looks up, his face in the shadows. He scurries back and then just as suddenly, stops.

"Убей меня" he whispers hoarsely, a manic edge to his voice. (Kill me)

He starts walking upto me and I stop in my tracks. He steps out into the light, his head hung low. He stops and looks up, opening up his bloodied and burned arms.

"Убей меня" he whispers again. (Kill me)

He won't fight back, I realise. In one singular motion, I throw him down and land with my knife to his throat. But his face holds me captive, making my breath and hands stop. His lips are split and swollen, nose possibly broken, left eye blackened and swollen.

But what froze me was the scar, running down from his forehead, on the side of his eye to his cheekbone. His eyes are closed, waiting for death. My brain starts buzzing, ears ringing and heart rate going haywire. It cannot be.

"Rex" a sound, barely a whisper escapes my mouth.

A.N---

Hey guys:)

I am absolutely DONE.

I need a good eight hour sleep after this lol.

I hope you guys likes the chapter, even though it didn't quite go the way I had hoped. But I put my fingers on the keyboard and the story just wrote itself.

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Today, this while story recieved next to no support which just made me fall deeper into the slump I was already in. BUT midnight motivation hit and here we are.