Cillia looked back at Jack and nodded slightly at the men, clinging to one of their arms. "Thank you..."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Jack asked Cillia. One of the men said something about a "breach in security," but he ignored him. It was good that he cared about rules, but to Jack, it was Cillia's choice that mattered.
Cillia nodded. "Please do. I could use the company." It was true, she was lonely and wanted his company.
Jack walked out with them to the car, letting the two men support Cillia, even though he wanted to do it himself. He got into the backseat with her, careful to leave an empty seat between them. The officers glared but let him come, even though it was against regulations.
Cillia laid down in the empty seat, shuddering in pain.
Jack swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to ignore the hollow, empty feeling in his chest. He hated that she was in pain and there was nothing he could do about it, but tried to focus on the fact that the treatements were working, if slowly. She'd be better someday.
Though he'd promised himself that he'd tell her everything, he stayed silent. He wasn't saying anything until they were alone.
In just under ten minutes they were at the hospital, and there was a nurse waiting outside with a wheelchair in case Cillia was feeling too weak or in too much pain to walk.
Cillia sniffled and eased herself into the wheelchair. She leaned back and the nurses began wheeling her to a room to begin treatment.
((FYI, tomorrow is my little sister's birthday, so I'm probably not going to get on. I might be busy Sunday and Monday, too.))
Jack followed as far as he could until a nurse stopped him, telling him that he had to wait outside during the treatment. If he'd told her he was her husband, he probably would have been let in, but he didn't want to risk it. He wasn't ready for everyone to know he was back. It would be easier to find whoever was after Cillia if he kept low-key.
So he waited outside in the hall on a blue plastic chair.
(Alright. Have fun!) Cillia gave him a sad look before the door closed. She was in the room for a long time, hours it seemed like.
Jack was sitting in the same chair when Cillia finally came out. He held acup of coffee in his hand, almost completely drained. The agents, when they saw him ordering Cillia some in the cafe downstairs, had stepped in and taken it, not allowing him to get anywhere near the cup. Jack didn't even realize that he was testing them half the time, making sure they were careful.
The agent with her coffee, Joseph, handed the cup over when the wheelchair emerged from the doors.
"You okay?" Jack asked, staying a distance away to satisfy the agents.
Cillia accepted the cup and took a shaky drink. She nodded, looking in pain. "Yeah... I'm fine..." She shifted and winced, looking at the clock. Trevor was done with school in a few hours and she hadnt started on dinner. Through everything that had happened, Cillia never told her son she was sick. He didnt need to worry about something like that, he had been through enough already.
The other agent - Andrew - wheeled her out fo the hospital and helped her into the car. Jack got in next to her again, feeling awkward in the silence. Nothing had been awkward between them since wheb they first started dating. What did they talk about, before?
He couldn't remember. Now, half of him wanted to explain everything, the other dreaded the thought. There was nothing he could think of to talk about in front of these agents. It used to be, when there was nothing to say he'd hold her hand.
Cillia clutched the coffe, looking sick an wra. She longed for jack to hold her, kiss her, stroke her hair and say everything was okay.
The car accelerated smoothly out of the parking lot and away from the hospital. "How's Trevor?" Jack finally asked, trying to take Cillia's mind of the pain. "How's he doing in school?"
Cilla smiled weakly. "He's so smart Jack... So, so smart."
Jack smiled at that. "I always knew he was. Does he like it?"
Cillia held her stomach. "He loves it... He's such a darling little boy..."
There was a muffled bang, then a piercing crack as the windshield shattered in a spray of glass. Jack ducked down as Joseph slumped against the steering wheel, blood oozing from the wound in his head.
Grabbing Cillia's arm through her sleeve, he pulled her down onto th floor of the car. "Stay down!" He yelled, pulling his gun from the hidden holster under the back of his shirt.
There was another bang, and a crack, and the glass shattered next to Andrew, the bullet barely missing him.
Cillia whimpered and covered her ears. "Be careful..."