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epilogue

Pierce nodded and gestured towards the sulky man. "Kind of makes you look like a pimp, huh."

"The only pimp here is you not treating my patient already," Axel deadpanned with a firm tone.

With a quiet groan, the agent forced himself to embody his cover as an emergency specialist and dragged his body down the halls for what he predicted to become long hours of interrogation and operation. Sure he was dedicated to his work, but the thought of being in Damond's house for more than a few minutes made his insides gag.

He came up to the door, but for some reason, he hesitated. It may be because he usually had detailed reports on his patients before he treated them, but this woman had nothing. Axel mentioned she was respected in his field, so she was most likely an R.U. agent that he worked with.

Great. And here he was trying to erase his past.

His knuckles rapped the door and waited for her courtesy to open it and allow him in. After a few seconds of no sign that the door would be opened from the other side, his eyes fluttered shut and he rapped it again. No movement. His fingers retightened around the medical box, he readjusted his mask, and he busted through the door.

The person seated atop the abnormally-placed hospital-like bed in the suffocatingly small room pressed against the wall as her hands hurriedly gathered up the bandage wraps around her torso. Her brows were knitted in a frown and her demeanor seemed distant and isolated. Quiet, obedient, but strong-willed, she began breathing in agitated breaths like his sudden entrance reintroduced her pain.

Pierce stepped in cautiously and shut the door with more force than he intended to. He glanced at the woman angling her head away like she didn't want to see him. She was toned but thin, and her hair was naturally curled at her shoulders, most likely due to sweat and tossing around in the small bed that Axel provided for her.

Pierce watched his patient for a moment and sighed to himself. He'd seen enough patients that didn't want to see him, and that was always the first sign that the rest of the process was going to be unpleasantly long and in complete silence.

She looked about the age for marriage. When he asked for her name, he almost wanted to throw the notepad he had with him at her. She gave him a distasteful scoff and ignored his presence, twisting her body to bandage her own body in silence. A small wince and shortness of breath told him that she was a fragile girl, and that made it easier for him to understand why she was so closed off.

It was odd to him that he was interested in the woman's character after a few minutes of only observing her from the chair by the door. She absolutely refused to let him nearer. She'd rumble a deep growl before pressing closer to the wall as if he was the one that caused her distressed state.

Pierce took courtesy of the woman being half-naked at the moment with her top and undershirt laying beside her. She was only in her bra and baggy men's pants that probably belonged at one point to Axel. The woman was uncomfortable with him because she hadn't expected a visitor. If anything, she expected Axel to come, which would explain why she hadn't faced him ever since he stepped foot in.

He gave her some time to get used to him, at least get used to him being in the room alone with her, because it was awkward for him too. Pierce leaned back in the chair and rubbed the back of his neck as he shut his eyes. "The longer you're cautious of me, the longer I'll be here." He opened one eye and peeked at her contemplating form. "I hope you know that."