Page 16 of Oblivion
“What?” He laughed. “You suddenly developed a conscience?”
“No, I suddenly realized what was important in my life,” I retorted back, fighting to keep my voice steady.
“And what is that?” he asked, his eyes eating me up from head to toe. “What other pretty lies am I going to hear from your filthy mouth?”
I hated this. I hated who we were to each other now, and it was all my doing. I'd had a month and a half to go over things and to realize what was truly important, but for him, that day happened just yesterday. Even though the wounds on his body had healed, the ones in his mind and his heart would take a lot longer to finally close.
“We don’t have time for this,” I mumbled, looking toward the window.
“Time for what?” He frowned. “Conversation. My darling, Ophelia, that’s the only thing we have time for. As you can see,” he spread his arms, “I don’t think I’m going anywhere any time soon.”
If only that were true.
“The Syndicate is coming for us.” I looked at him, getting straight to the point. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat this. I wasn’t going to withhold the truth from him. He deserved to know what was going on, and the lack of communication was what led us here. “They’re mainly coming for me, but they’re also coming for you. Atlas and Indigo are arranging everything. I know you don’t want to hear this, and I don’t need anything from you, but I am sorry.”
“You have a funny way of showing it,” he barked. “But what do you mean they’re coming?”
I avoided his eyes.
“Ophelia? What have you done?”
“I shook the hornet’s nest.” I chuckled. “And they’re coming to take me.”
My phone vibrated, and I took it out from my pocket, seeing that it was Cillian calling me again.
“Kill—”
“Get out right now!”
“What?”
“They’re there, Birdy. They’re entering the hospital.”
“Fuck!”
“What’s happening, Sunshine?” Storm asked. I flinched at the nickname he used to use for me. His voice softened, the anger that was so apparent moments ago disappearing completely. “Ophelia!”
The door opened with a bang, and I turned around ready for an attack. I saw Atlas rushing in with a wheelchair.
“We need to go,” I said. “Now!”
“I figured that out when I saw the two SUVs stopping in front of the hospital.”
He ran toward Storm with the wheelchair and started pulling the sheets off him.
“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Storm asked. “Atlas?”
“I told you already,” I said and then murmured into the phone, “I’ll call you back, Kill.”
I ran toward the two of them and started slowly pulling out the IV still connected to Storm. “This will hurt.”
“Fuck,” he cursed as I pulled out the needle, pressing against the wound with my finger. “As gentle as ever,” he spat out.
“Shut up, Storm. You can hate me later, but right now we need to get you out of here.”
Indigo ran into the room with Felix right behind him.
“We need to go, people,” Indigo said, as I took one of the Band-Aids the nurse left behind on the stand and attached it to his skin. His hand was blue from all the places where they probed him with needles, but he would survive. He fucking needed to survive.
