Hospital Wing

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I am in the hospital for nearly a week, during which the first few days are spent unconscious as the doctors and nurses pump medication after medication into me to speed up the healing process. Everything is just a foggy cloud at first but as time passes I begin to become more coherent and begin to grow stronger. My anger does not fade though, even now that I am taking a higher dosage than normal. The more I think about Weldon in our unit the more I am disturbed. His actions when he attacked me were less sane than even some killjoys and I am not sure I want to risk him operating with my other agents. I trust our erasing techniques and our ability to insure they are loyal to the company but I would feel much more comfort if he was transferred.

As soon as my wound is healed to where I only wear a bandage to keep it sterile they release me on house arrest. I do not let Wilson or the others know yet, instead I stay locked up in my flat and catch up on the weeks work I missed, reading through reports and everything that has happened.

I stand in front of the mirror, scowling at the long, ragged scar along my chest. I run my fingers over it before taping the gauze back over it and re-buttoning my shirt. It is true that I am lucky to be alive. Another mark on my scorecard. I grab my jacket before leaving my apartment and begin making my way down to our units ward so I can make a subtle appearance for the first time in over a week.*