Chapter 49: War.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing she heard as she opened her eye in the hospital.
"Olivia... why are you and the doc acting like you got shot 30 times?" A woman’s voice came as she laughed. "You look like shit and it’s only your shoulder that was shot, how dramatic are you?" She laughed more while Olivia herself looked like a zombie.
"They knocked me out..." she said as she tried to sit up. "They fucked me up with all those painkillers and drugs..." She whispered as she shook her head, but her vision was still blurry and her head just spun all over the place.
When they found her at the warehouse, she was completely out, knocked the fuck out. She was focused on Vincente so much that she didn’t really care about her own bleeding, which suddenly sped up. She lost so much blood that she was on the verge of a critical condition, so they rushed her straight to the hospital, where she got so many injections she didn’t even remember what happened after that.
She wasn’t even questioned by the other agents... well, she was, but she was talking about anything but the shootout and what exactly had happened, though she said one name and that name many times.
"They call you the ’Terminator’ at the department."
"Terminator?" She asked as she looked at her.
"Yeah." She laughed once again. "Even their stupid asses believe that you were the one that killed Vincente and gunned down Jelena and Gabbana."
Olivia couldn’t believe it, because, well, she saw the news too, that they lied on the whole thing, that a special agent was the one that killed Vincente, but to actually believe it at the department was more than stupid.
"Of course, it is also bad... very bad, because now all of the DSA is kinda mad at you." She sipped her coffee as she crossed her legs. "You fucked up all of their years of investigation."