27 Aug 11:15 AM
Angel
The week had been a tiring one for me. I had returned to my old job and was trying to get back into the swing of things but the passion for the job was gone. The whole debacle with what's-his-name seemed like a lifetime ago, but in fact had just started in early June. What a fucking waste of a good summer! Yet I refused to admit that there was something missing, an empty spot that felt like it might never get filled. I'd even had a few dates but the guys all turned out to be boring. Oh they were nice enough, but they just seemed to lack substance. They were like plain yoghurt. That stupid horse tail still sat on the top of my dresser. I kept vowing to throw the damn thing away but something always interrupted me and I never followed through. Next week I had an appointment at the dermatologist to get the tracking chip removed from my back but I didn't know how I was going to explain it to the doctor. I was getting more sullen as the day went on.
My phone rang but there was no caller ID and whoever it was didn't show in my contacts so I declined the call. It immediately rang again, and I declined. Again it rang and now I was pissed off and answered.
"I don't know who the hell this is but stop calling this number!"
"It's Zombie ma'am."
Oh shit! Even though I was done with Tillman I still really cared about these people.
"Oh hi Zombie! Sorry, I didn't know it was you. Is everyone on the team okay?"
"Yes ma'am everyone is fine, including Champ, I mean Alexandra. And she's the reason I'm calling."
"Oh? Is she okay."
"Yes ma'am. She has a long way to go but she's out of ICU and starting some physical therapy. I've just come from visiting her and she asked me to call you. She said she misses you and would really like it if you could come visit her sometime."
"Oh uh, well, I do care about her and all of you but I don't know. I feel so used even though I don't think any of you knew about it."
"I'm sorry ma'am I don't know what you're talking about."
"Never mind Zombie. I'll think about it."
"Okay ma'am. I'll text you the hospital and room number. And I should say that the team misses you as well and we'd like to see you again sometime. We all got pretty attached to you."
"Well thank you Zombie. I gotta go now. Bye."
I hung up the phone and within seconds I got a text with the info. My finger paused over the delete button and then froze. I threw the phone on my bed and stomped out of my room.
The day passed in a haze of monotony of mundane chores that I was trying to distract my mind with. Laundry, dishes, cleaning the bathrooms, dusting the furniture, vacuuming, eating a tasteless lunch and dinner. Boring channel surfing and checking of email and social media accounts. In frustration I just went to bed.
That turned out to be a colossal flop. I couldn't relax, the sheets were scratchy, the pillow hot, and the crickets were sounding like a riot. I dozed a bit from time to time, got up, peed, drank some milk, back to bed, tossed and griped and did it again. During the times that I did manage to fall asleep I dreamt of Alexandra and her pushing me out that hole in the wall. Finally the daylight started breaking through the curtains and I looked at my phone to check the time. The text from Zombeek was still up. "Shit!" I decided that I'd better go see Alexandra or I was going to die of sleep deprivation. I went through my morning routine and left at about ten o'clock to go to the hospital. The drive took me past the smoothie shop where I'd been abducted and I shuddered inside and got a little sick to my stomach.
The lady at the hospital information desk gave me directions to the room but asked for my I.D. first which I thought strange. Why is it that you can never be close to the room you want to visit and you always have to walk across the whole hospital? Her room ended up being on the top floor and at the end of the corridor. There seemed to be lots of really fit people hanging around various areas and just watching. Then it clicked, they were military in civilian clothes. Most of them glance at me but otherwise seemed disinterested in my presence. There was a man outside of Alexandra's room and as I got closer I recognized him from the farmhouse. He was the young man whose rifle the jumpsuit had landed on and I had accidentally flashed.
"Hi Dim!"
Witkowski blushed a little.
"Hello Wings, you look really hot, um I mean good, um nice I mean."
"Thanks Dim, and it's ok. Is Champ taking visitors?"
"Roger that ma'am. She's been asking about you for weeks."
"Thanks. Hey, how's come there's so much security around?"
"Ma'am?"
"Members of the team and others I don't recognize all over the place."
"Oh I see, they aren't security. We're all just here to support Champ. Everyone rotates out and there's always someone here."
"Oh, thanks Dim"
I touched his shoulder as I walked into the room. There was another man standing next to Champ's bed and I was shocked at how she looked, certainly not the Alexandra that had lived with me in my house. The Alexandra that I had grown so close to. She looked like a shell but she smiled weakly when I entered the room.
"Hello Miss, I'm so happy you came."
"I think that's past don't you? Angel please."
"Angel, I'd like you to meet Sgt. Braxton, we call him Hicks."
I got that one, smiled and shook his hand.
"Hicks entered the room with me when came to get you."
Hicks seemed embarrassed, but I moved closer and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
"I owe my life to you. Thank you!"
Hicks seemed at a loss for words and mumbled an excuse about needing a drink and left the room.
Alexandra and I chatted about how she was doing and as it turned out her recovery was going well. I looked at her and realized that her injuries were due to rescuing me. My eyes filled with tears and I remembered a request that I had made of what's-his-name regarding bringing Alexandra to my house for recuperation. She was being released in a few days so that was a positive.
"Alexandra I want you to come live with me during your physical therapy and I miss you so much and my house is so empty without you and I want to help take care of you so please say yes!"
It all came out as one long sentence. She looked at me thoughtfully and then indicated that I should close the door, which I did, and then sat next to her.
"Yes Angel I will. But we need to talk about something first..."
"You aren't going to talk about TillHole to me are you? I won't listen if that's it!"
"Listen here you self-centered little miss bitchy pants. You will listen to what I have to say or I won't come stay with you!"
My temper started to flare but I really wanted her to come to my house so I sat and listened, but looked sullen.
"First of all, Tillman had no idea that this was going..."
"But what about the tracker?!"
"Don't interrupt me again. You'll be quiet and not butt in and let me say my piece and then you can talk."
I went back to pouting.
"Tillman had no idea that this was going to happen. The tracker chip was because of his anxiety over what happened to Victoria. Everyone on the team now has one, so that means to him you were part of the team. Why do you think he left you at that farmhouse for so long with a big chunk of us? It's because he wanted to see how you'd fit in with us. And it's not because he wants you going out on missions, it's because we are his family and he wants you involved. When you took coffee out and figured out how to cook everyone breakfast it pretty much cemented with him that you'd be one of us.
I started to open my mouth but Alexandra raised a hand to stop me.
"We love you, but more importantly Tillman loves you. He just won't admit it. And you love him. And don't give me that crap about being mad at him. The reasons you are mad are baseless and he was trying to explain but you wouldn't listen. You totally read him and his intentions wrong and you stabbed him in the heart, and he hasn't been the same since. He was getting better but now he's worse again. Now I really care about you and love you but you really fucked this one up girlfriend. Big-time! You can talk now."
Alexandra's words hit me like a cattle prod. Tears streamed down my cheeks as all the pieces fell into place in my mind. He was totally innocent and in reality had saved my life because of the chip. What was I always feeling like dirt around him? Then I came to the harsh realization that all the times I had felt like dirt were because I had lost control or done something rash. I wanted to reach out to him, to beg his forgiveness.
"Oh God, what should I do Alexandra? Should I call him?"
"No, I don't think he'd answer. Let me try. He listens to me. Go on home but get with Doc first so that he can get all the stuff I'll need set up at your house."
I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her lightly and carefully. In the process I saw some of her wounds and surgery sutures. It was a humbling experience and I felt lower than whale shit. I headed home with the mind of having the place all ready for Alexandra.
28 Aug 15:36
Tillman