Kelden had arrived with his partner, Agent Stevenson, to the hospital where two girls inside had managed to escape from a sadistic creep that the media and the public were now calling The Boiler after details had leaked about the bodies having various burns and now the two girls with burns of their own. The girl, Hazel, had been a huge help in tracking down where they had been kept, but unfortunately the bastard had cleared out before the police had gotten there. They'd learned now of the sick "games" he'd played with his victims, the girls recounting some of their experiences but he had a feeling from the look in their eyes that there had been more too it than they were letting on.
He had been talking with Hazel's doctor outside her room, and glancing in, he met her sharp gaze. He could see the darkness lurking behind her eyes but also a fire. He instantly recognized her for the fighter she was, thanked the doctor for letting him know that the two girls were now being released into the agents' care.
He knocked on the door and cracked it slightly. "Hazel, I'm Special Agent Kelden Hanover, may I come in and speak with you?" He asked, waiting for her approval and standing so that he wasn't blocking the door but also didn't get close. He couldn't imagine what she'd been through and the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel trapped again.
"You're being released from the hospital, but my partner and I, Special Agent Drake Stevenson, are going to be relocating you and June to a safehouse in a different part of the city. We've been assigned as your bodyguards until we catch the man who did this," he explained. It was implied that they believed the guy would attempt to come back and finish what he'd started but Kell didn't want to say that out loud. He was sure she had already figured it out and saying it wouldn't do any good. "Are there any questions you have for me?"
June sat in the hospital bed, not sure if she actually believed it yet. She'd been so, so fuzzy when Hazel had gotten her up and out. She couldn't even really remember how they'd gotten to the hospital, just flashes of the city blurring by as she and Hazel hurried down the streets. The drugs were finally out of her system now, the nurses having kept her hooked up to fluids to rehydrate her as well as flush out anything left. She stared hard at her hands, digging her nails into her palms to prove to herself that this was real, that she was really out of that hellhole.
A knocking sounded and a man poked his head in the door, asking to come in. She nodded, relaxing her clenched hands to avoid anyone questioning her mental state.
She listened, trying to push away the flashes of memories and focus on what the Agent was saying. A safehouse? But.. Did they think the man would come back for them? Oh god, they did. Why else would she have an FBI agent assigned to guard her in a safehouse? The realization that she wasn't just going to be able to slip back into her normal life hit her like a ton of bricks. Even without being kept under guard in a safehouse, did she really think she was going to be able to go right back to her old routine with no issues? It was stupid to think that she could have. So instead of asking about her job, asking about her apartment, she thought of what really mattered anymore and realized pretty much only one thing did.
"Is Hazel ok?" She asked. She'd tried to ask doctors, nurses, and policemen since she'd arrived and been separated from the girl who, after going through this horrific experience together, she felt closer to than a sister. No one had answered her, throwing question after question in her face instead. What had happened, how did they escape, where did they come from, who had taken them, why, how did she get taken, just question after question bombarded at her and most of them she didn't have an answer for. "How much longer until I'm discharged?" She asked.
March 16th, 2019 at 08:15am