Chapter 71

Her dreams that night would have been at home in a Disturbed music video. Hell, they were from a Disturbed music video. One song kept playing in her mind over and over again. “For saving me from all they've taken, letting my armor fall again, giving me the strength to face them”, the words from the song, “The Night”. The song had been a single of theirs years ago, but they had more meaning to her at this point in her life, than they did when "Indestructible" first hit record stores. He had saved her more times than she could count or than she even realized over the three years they'd been together. Her armor had fallen for the last time with him and it was going to stay down as long as he wanted her. She loved him with her whole heart, mind, body, and soul.

Little did he know, but they were having the same dream. The video for The Night was playing in his mind. She was his strength, his heart, his inspiration, the reason he got up in the morning and did the things he did. She was the reason he did the monologues, because she inspired him, he wanted to inspire the masses that were standing and raising their fists against the Utopians. "In a world beyond controlling, are you gonna deny the savior in front of your eyes?" His own words now applied in his life. Funny how irony liked to fuck with him.

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Matt was choking on the tube down his throat when he came to. His stats spiked and the nurses ran into his room. "Matthew, we need you to calm down. We're going to remove the breathing tube now. We thought we'd lost you there", one nurse said to him as she worked on getting the obstruction out of his throat.

When the tube was out, he coughed, then in a gruff voice, he asked, "Where am I?"

"You're at the Agency's Medical Facility. You're going to be fine. We had to remove you from the Disturbed home so that we could operate."

"My sister?"

"She knows, Matthew. Mr. Draiman assured us that she knows of his decision to have you brought here. He said it was a tough call, but it was in your best interests to have you brought in so we could operate and get that bullet out of your leg or you would have slowly bled to death."

Matthew nodded. "Water, please". The nurse handed him the cup and let him drink. After his parched throat had been moistened, he asked. "Can you call David for me in the morning? I want to thank him for saving my life."

"No problem, Matthew. For now, you need to rest and regain your strength."

He nodded and we back to sleep. "Power beyond containing, are you gonna remain a slave for the rest of your life? Give into the night." That's what he did, he gave in.