The Bluebird's Song- Day 14: William

Happy Valentine's Day!

This prompt story is different from the last ones. This one is told from William's point of view. It was originally part of the prompt 'wound' to finish that part of the story, but it made that post really long, so I've added a second part.

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William

 

I stared at Madison’s pale bloody figure lying on the couch as I  cursed myself silently for getting her involved in this. Her best friend, one of the best agents, had died in action. The only good thing that came of this evening was that Thomas had been caught, but even that didn’t cheer me up.

I pulled my phone out and dialed. I gave someone instructions to come and take Thomas, Andgelina, and Madison away. I told them to hurry since Madison was in dire need of medical help.

I paced back and forth until the ambulance arrived. I rode along, explaining to the first responder agents what happened. I told them how Thomas killed Angelina, injured Madison, and how I drugged her water so she would be easier to hide any secret information from here.

The agents were fast and efficient in cleaning Madison up as the ambulance made its way to the agency hospital. They took her away and I had to beg to be let into Madison’s room until they let me in. I couldn’t do much else but sit there, but it was a comfort to know that she was getting better.

A loud knock on the door brought me to my senses. I jumped up, half expecting attack. “Just me, Will,” Agent 1–my boss– said. “I wanted to congratulate you on this victory, though it’s a shame we lost an agent in the process, but it could’ve been much worse. You continue to amaze me with your skills–getting this lady to fall for you was an excellent touch,” he said, his eyes twinkling in jest.

I didn’t find it funny. “Wasn’t the plan, sir.”

He laughed and said, “I kid, I kid! We’ve been friends long enough for me to know that you both like each other.”

I looked away. “I’m sure she hates me now, sir. I was trying to draw some information out of her, to see if she was guilty–she isn’t–but I'm afraid that I was a tad bit rude about her friend so that I didn’t divulge any classified information.”

“There was no need for that. The case is closed, not many people were involved, so I don’t expect this to be a private case.”

“So I can tell her everything?”

“Tell her whatever you want to, but remember that some knowledge is best kept to yourself.”

“Then I will tell her, sir.”

Agent 1 went to the door, then paused to turn to me. “You ought to tell her how you feel too,” he said. I nodded and he left.

That's when I noticed Madison was starting to stir. I took my seat by her bed and prepared to say what I needed to. I didn’t know if I was going to tell her how I feel about here, but we’d see what would happen.