Her Guardian Angels

**TRACY SCOTT**

~Day Nine

I tried to move while seating on the bed. Ethan's hand immediately went to the small of my back. He was shot, I was sedated, shouldn't this be the other way around?

"It feels like I'm in some sort of dream. I can't wrap my head around the fact that I'm actually in his house, and oddly I find it very unconvincing and hard to believe. Where's everyone else?"

He sighed and released a small chuckle even. What's funny? I crossed my arms underneath my chest, managing a glare aimed at him.

"You ask a lot. I'm stuck on which question to attend to first, I'll start randomly. The rest of the crew are in the general room discussing what to do next and how to proceed. I'm not Mr M, he'll show himself to you when the time is right, but that's all I know. Nothing more. For the nth time, I'm here because you've had a rough forty eight hours, back to back sedation isn't healthly. That's all you've been getting for eight days. I want to check to see if there are any damages,