Chapter 4: "So Much For The Observant Assassin"

"What did he say?" I just glared at Jason and walked past him. My chains were making the annoying clinging sound as I do. "Sage? Was it that bad?" Jason asked as he came quickly strolling beside me.

"Just take me home."

"Can't do that. I have to take you to the doctor's office first. When you're patched up, I'll escort you home."

I didn't respond.

My thoughts were back in the big, fancy office. My blood ran cold when he told me what he'll do if I tried to run. But now… now my blood was boiling from anger. My hands clenched in fists and my knuckles turned white.

The bullet wounds still hurt like a bitch, but they would continue until I got treated. While I was unconscious, Jason patched me up. Not as good as it should be, but at least he tried. And during the wobbling, wiggling, and horrible ride back to the Agency, both of the stitches snapped.

Of course, I didn't tell anyone.

Why would I? So that they could touch me again? No, I hate being touched. If it wasn't necessary, I would have demanded Jason to take me home. But… unfortunately, it was required.

My blood was running down the wound in my leg, just as it was running down my belly from the wound in my abdomen. My breathing was heavy, but I walked straight, and I concealed the pain I was in. It was a good thing my clothes were all black. If it were any other color, Jason would've seen the blood that was on the loose.

I didn't want that.

'Cause if he noticed, he would fucking carry me. That's something I really didn't want. I know he knows my boundaries, but he would ignore them if he knew I am currently in terrible pain.

I guess it's a good thing that my pokerface works.

I took in a shaky breath when we finally reached the doctor's office. I watched how Jason knocked on the door and waited patiently for Sabrina to open the door from her workspace to let us in.

That eventually happened after two or three whole minutes. Woman takes her damn fucking time.

The world around me was spinning. The blood was dripping like damn waterfalls out my body. My shoes absorbed all the ruby blood. They made a disgusting soggy sound, every step I took, which weren't a lot, but still.

I'm actually pretty surprised Jason didn't hear it.

So much for the observant assassin.

I rolled my eyes and hopped on the examination table. Something I should've done a little more discreetly because the blood from the wound in my tummy started gushing out. A slight groan of pain escaped my lips before I could hold it back.

Great.

Amazing.

Just wonderful.

Now Jason knows I'm in pain. I rolled my eyes again and looked up to Sabrina, who stood in front of me. The other person at this Agency I hated as much as my adoptive Father, maybe even more. I despised this woman.

"Hello, Dear. It's good to see you alive. I haven't seen you since Lux." A sharp pain rushed through my heart, thinking about Lux. I even saw Jason – who was standing in the corner of the room – flinch. I swallowed and looked back at Sabrina, who now realized what she had said. Her chocolate skin whitened, her big brown eyes widened.

"Don't! Don't bring her up. I can't… I can't have that right now. Just do your job and shut it." My voice was hard. Filled with bottled-up anger and… pain. So much pain. Sabrina nodded quickly what caused her small, natural curls she had bound back in a ponytail, even though it looked like a big floof of curls, to bob up and down, and helped me out of my blood-soaked clothes.

"Oh, Dear," Sabrina breathed as she let her eyes roam over the damage the two bullets had done.

"Sage?! Why didn't you tell me your stitches broke?!" Jason yelled angrily. I only rolled my eyes in response and laid down on the table. Sabrina quickly stood beside me and started treating my wounds.

No one in the room spoke another word.