I woke in my new room, darkness seeped into the room, and my stomach screamed for some nourishing. I missed good food, I missed Taco Bell, McDonalds, and cheesecake.
I would kill for an entire cheesecake right now,
I felt a small sting in my stomach, as I lifted my top up to reveal a clean white bandage.
All I could really remember from the pain was the smell of alcohol mixed with my metallic blood.
There was a knock on my door, hard and agitated, I assumed it was Sin, so rather than getting up and answering it, I slid back in and pretended to be asleep in all hopes of dodging a conversation.
Another loud knock, but was soon followed by the door smashing open.
I held in my urges to squint open my eyes, so I kept them perfectly still.
I sensed two presences in the room from the two dark shades under my eye lids.
"She should be up by now" Sin growled.
"Maybe she's sick? She's awfully pale." I heard Xavier say softly.
"No, she's always been like that."
"Oh and you've known her for so long?"
A pause.
"When will she wake up?" Sin muttered. "I have better things to do, rather than babysit a little girl, who doesn't seem to Want to wake up. Suka."
Wow okay, these men are pushy as hell.
There was a long bit of silence before Xavier suddenly said "you know, I think you underestimate her, we all do. She's a lot stronger than we think, I mean what nineteen year old girl can almost take out a part of the Soviet Mafia?"
"Don't know. Don't fucking care, I just need her to wake up."
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