"Will you people tell me who you are?"
Green eyes moved his face closer to Fox's glaring at him. "Wait, you're not playing a trick on us? you really don't know who we are?"
Fox hissed, leaning back. "Not a fucking clue."
A look passed through the man’s green eyes but disappeared before Fox had a chance to figure out what was going on.
"Do you know who you are?" A soft voice asked next to him.
Fox turned his gaze to the beautiful young lady who was sitting next to him on the bed. "Of course, I know who I am," he scoffed. "The question is, who are you guys." Although he didn't know the people in front of him, he felt no animosity coming off them, only curiosity and worry.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Blue eyes asked.
Fox wanted to growl in annoyance. They kept asking him questions when he should be the one getting answers. However, he would indulge them just a bit until he could figure out what the hell was going on.
"The last thing I remember?"
"Yeah," blue eyes said.
Fox closed his eyes and recalled the moments. He and Vale had gotten a call to check out a warehouse. "I was going...I was in..." Fox's brows knitted together. What the fuck?
"Where were you going?" Fox snapped his eyes open to see blue eyes peering down at him.
"I...I don’t...I was in a w...w..." Fox grabbed the sides of his head when a sharp pain struck him.
Fuck! Why can't I say warehouse? I was with Vale. We were in the process of checking out a call in that creepy-ass warehouse where I was attacked and stabbed in the side. Fox froze, remembering the sharp pain going right through him and that he hadn't gotten a good look at the asshole who’d stabbed him. Quickly sitting up, he ignored the pain in his head, lifting his hospital shirt to look at his scars but stopped when he saw a large bandage on his lower abdomen.
This isn't right. I wasn't stabbed in this spot.
"What's this? Why do I have a bandage here?" He went to remove it, but a hand stopped him.
"Don't, Fox. You might hurt yourself."
Fox's head snapped up, connecting with blue eyes when he heard his name. "You said my name. How do you know my name?"
Fox was no longer concerned with the pain in his head or the scar he was supposed to have; he was more confused than anything.
"Love, go and get the doctor," blue eyes instructed. Green eyes got up instantly, running out of the room.
"Where is he going? Who are you, people? Why do I have a bandage on my stomach?"
"Fox, baby. Calm down, please," the female said. "You need to listen to us. It’s not good for your heart if you get excited like this."
"My heart?" Fox paused and looked at the two people still left in the room.
"What's wrong with my heart?" How did they find out? He’d kept his heart condition to himself going as far as taking time off from work to get the surgery. He couldn’t understand how the strangers looking at him found out about his heart.
Fox pulled his shirt up some more, looking at his chest surprised that there was not a scar.
What the fuck is going on? I should have a scar from my surgery a couple of years ago.
Fox’s thoughts were a mess, he was having a hard time putting things together.
"What did you people do to me? This isn’t right!"
"Fox, you need to calm down. You have a heart condition," the female pleaded.
"You're lying! There's nothing wrong with my heart. You’re just saying that to keep me here. When I'm free, I'm going to have you all arrested for kidnapping." He tried to get up and was stopped when the pain in his head intensified, moving down to his chest. Beads of sweat covered his body as he clutched the front of his shirt, groaning in pain so unimaginable.
