Post by Amy S. on Jul 19, 2006 2:59:07 GMT -5
Sloane had left the hospital room she stayed in and it had left a bitter tasted in Zilya's mouth. Despite being weak and groggy, she had started to rip the various tubes and needles from her body as she moved aside to place her feet on the ground. As she slid off the bed, she collapsed on the ground with a light thud. Her legs were quite wobbly, and she cursed herself lightly. She picked herself up slowly, trying to keep as quiet as she could while trying not to scream out in pain.
Her abdomen was killing her, but that didn't matter. She had to go, she had to find Andrew. She could only guess that he was worried about her, and had no idea that Andrew thought her dead. Zilya stopped for a moment, looking over at the telephone against the wall near the door. She winced and gritted her teeth as she walked towards it, taking the phone off of the hook and dialing the number that she usually contacted Andrew with.
It rang, more than once and Zilya clutched the phone tighter while leaning against the wall. Someone picked up, but she couldn't tell who it was as one of the guards at her hospital door barked out.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Zilya quickly spoke into the phone.
"Andrew! I'm so..."
The call ended abruptly as the guard ripped the phone out of the wall. Anson Williams rushed inside hearing the comotion, and grabbed Zilya from behind.
"C'mon woman. Jeeze, if only you were a comatose again.."
He rolled his eyes. It was late, and there was no way that Anson was going to risk having Zilya try and contact anyone again. As she struggled slightly, she felt a rush of blood escape her from her head and she slumped in Anson's arms. Anson had to move her to a safer location, an apartment complex downtown, where he, and the guards who had been in her room watched over her. One of the doctors he had bribed came to check on her every once in a while throughout the next day until finally, Zilya woke up again.
There was the pain, and she found herself locked in a room with the windows bolted and the door locked. Too weak to do anything at the moment, Zilya layed there. She would have started to cry, if it wasn't for the anger that had now nearly taken her over.