It was the next day that Hannah got her first visitor; Wraith walked in without knocking, plopping himself down unceremoniously in the chair beside her.
“What happened?” she asked.
Wraith's face split into a small,
quiet smile that almost looked proud. "Nine's dead. You killed him. You
killed him and then got a shot in the back from Petrov, but Shadow covered you
and shot him down, once the kid had her gun off us."
"Aedan." Hannah frowned. "He okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, he's fine. Well, not really. Pretty fucked up in the head, if you ask me. This one took a lot outta him, and so soon after the capture, it was bound to happen,” Wraith clarified and then sighed. "Honestly, we thought the lot of you were dead. Your comms went down as soon as you got past the landing. Couldn't reach you. You shot Nine, Shadow shot that one bastard, and they got you out of there.”
The longer that Wraith had talked, the more the grogginess had started to drift away from Hannah's brain. She could see more clearly and think more clearly; now that she was more conscious, she allowed herself to process Wraith's words as she looked down at herself to assess the damage. The heaviness she was feeling must have been from the painkillers that were dripping into her via IV, she realized. She could feel pain but not a lot of it, meaning that the painkillers were doing exactly what they were supposed to.
Aedan was okay. That was all she'd wanted to know. Well, that and if Nine had died. So now that she knew those two things, she wasn't sure what to do. How could she explain what had happened to her back there in Nine's office? She'd picked up a gun and aimed it at him because Nine had told her to. She'd nearly killed him for the second time since she'd met him.
"Okay," she said. “Can I... see him? Is he there?”
Wraith grimaced. “He's... Not here.”
“What do you mean?”
“He's not doing so great. Every time we mention you, he flinches and reaches for his sidearm.”
“So basically, he thinks I'm going to reprogram and kill him?” she asked, gut sinking.
Hannah felt her heart swell in her throat. “I see,” she said quietly. “Is... is there anybody out there at all?”
“Shadow and Blade were there, but they're not right now. They'll be back soon, but they went down to Mess. I made them get food.”
Hannah nodded morosely. “You believe me, don't you?” she asked quietly. “I didn't... it wasn't all me. I did it, but I wouldn't have without the injections.”
“It wasn't your fault. You didn't have any other choice,” Wraith promised. “All of us know that. Don't worry. We've got your six.”
Hannah nodded, forcing a smile. “Thank you, Wraith. I owe you.”
“You don't owe me a thing,” he promised. “That's what teammates do.” He reached down, gently unbuckling the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. “I don't know if you're supposed to still have these on – we kept them just in case you woke up violent. If it's a problem, I guess they'll send someone in to put them on. You should sleep.”
Hannah nodded, curling up into a tight ball. “I don't suppose I can have a knife?” she asked pleadingly.
Wraith chuckled. “Sorry,” he said. “I don't think it's a good idea to try that right now.”
Hannah sighed. “It was worth a shot,” she muttered, already feeling the sedatives pulling her back into unconsciousness. “Tell the team I'm sorry.”
She was out before she could hear Wraith's answer.