There was too much going on for her to relax. Too much going on in her head, too much going on in the house... just too much. She turned on the TV and put in a movie to try and relax. The movie wasn't the best one in the world, but it helped her settle down most of the time.
As she lay in bed watching the movie, she started to drift. Her mind finally let go off all the shit that was going on and she nodded off to sleep.
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"The wound is clean, but the bullet is still lodged in his leg. I'm going to have to cut his leg open to remove it. I need to transport him to our Medical Facility to do it. This isn't a sterile enough environment", the Doctor explained to David.
David stood up and started to pace, rubbing his head. "For the love of God!" he growled. "It's my son's birthday, for crying out loud. I shouldn't have to be doing this."
Malachai came into the room and hugged David around the waist. "Dad, what would Mom say about it?"
"I don't know, son. What the hell are you doing in here anyway? This is not something that is fit for an eight year old boy to see."
"Dad, I'm not afraid of death. I'm not afraid of seeing death. I'm in here to support you. You looked like you needed a hug, so I came and gave you one. Anyway, I'm not the twins. They don't understand this stuff. I do. I know that bad things happen to good people."
David smiled down at his son. "When did you get to be so smart?"
"The tutors that the Agency sends for us school aged kids. I've been getting smarter every day for the past three years. But you have a decision to make, and I don't think it's one you can make without Mom."
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David opened and closed the door quietly. She's resting, I shouldn't wake her, he thought to himself as he walked further into the room. She looked so angelic laying there, her stomach sticking out, ripe with his child. He almost wondered if this is what the "Virgin Mary" looked like when she was carrying the alleged Messiah. His own words came to mind, "Waiting for your modern Messiah", the words from “Liberate”. Funny, but that seemed to be how people looked at him, like the modern Messiah come to take away all the hatred. I'm just a man, he thought. But that wasn't the matter at hand. The matter at hand was whether to wake his personal savior from her slumber to ask for her help. Malachai was right. He couldn't decide this on his own. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed a lock of hair from her face, trying not to wake her.
But, she felt his presence. She reached up and caught his hand, trapping it between hers and her face. "What's the matter?" she whispered as she rubbed her cheek against his palm.
"Matt needs to be transported to the Agency's Medical facility in order to have the bullet removed from his leg. I didn't want to wake you, but I needed your advice."
"Then let them do it, David", she said as she opened her eyes.
"Ok." He took a deep breath through his nose. "You know, I don't say it a lot, but I love you. You've saved me more times that I can count."
She smiled. "I know, David, and I love you too. You continually save me, everyday." She kissed his palm. "Now, go tell the Doctor that if he needs to move Matthew, then he should do it."
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"Doctor", David said as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes, Mr. Draiman?"
"If you feel you need to move him, then do it, discreetly. Keep his identity as secret as you possibly can. By now, the scouts have reported him as dead to the Utopian leaders and they're calling it a victory. I want them to keep thinking that for a while."
"Not a problem, Mr. Draiman. His secret is safe with me."
"I'm gonna hold you to that, Doctor. I want a phone call after you get him out of surgery updating me on his condition. I mean, the moment he's out of surgery."
"Absolutely. Without a question", the Doctor said, then signaled for his assistants to get Gunny Cartwright ready for transport.
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