Indestructible

Things get difficult for Taylor Janssen when her home is bombed by those who control it. She is forced to become a strange mix of superhero and assassin. Her best friend is Alex, but she makes friends with a fellow hero, Alice, and the techie, Matt. But not all is as it seems...

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4. The Apartment

When we arrived at the hospital, I was a little more aware. I can remember the doctor saying. "She's lost a lot of blood..." And then Alex just looked at him and said, "Dude, you weren't out there with her." 

The next time I was fully aware was the next morning. I had been given a blood transfusion, which sorted the blood loss out. My cut had been bandaged and my various other injuries had been attended to. I looked around for my clothes. My t-shirt had been soaked in blood, so they had presumably had to throw that out. And, as I thought about it, I vaguely remembered the doctors cutting it off. I had taken off my own jeans and shoes. My jeans were still there, despite being torn in a few places. And what made me smile the most was that my Converse were still there. They were exactly as they were when I had put them on yesterday.

The doctors came around to see me. "Well, Taylor, I think we can discharge you today! We've given you stitches and a blood transfusion, so we can't do much else for you." I looked at the doctor. "One slight problem there, doc." He looked at me. "What, Taylor?" I couldn't believe he hadn't figured it out yet. "The bombings destroyed the city. I have no home to go to."

The doctor didn't even look up from his clipboard. "Oh, there's a  special department of the government designated just for your care." I raised my eyebrows but said nothing.

A government official came to collect me and Alex. We were bandaged up and Alex's arm was in a cast. The guy who collected us looked at us as if to say, "Is this all?" Apparently we weren't the only ones to have survived, but we were the first ones out of hospital. 

We were driven to a plush apartment just far enough outside the city to avoid the bombing. Just thinking about the bombing made my burns tingle. Judging by the look on Alex's face, he was experiencing the same feeling. 

The apartment was gorgeous. It was modern and yet homey. The television was simply huge. The kitchen had everything we could possibly want and was full to the brim with every type of food. There was a bedroom each and a sitting room. I called the first bedroom we went into. It had a thick carpet and a sliding door wardrobe. The bed was huge. It looked so comfortable, it took pretty much all of myself control not to throw myself onto it straight away. There was another TV there, bigger than the one in the sitting room. And there was an iPod dock an speakers. There was a remote in the bedside dresser. It controlled the built in DVD player and the TV itself. I couldn't wait to try them out. 

Alex's bedroom appealed slightly less to my taste. However, I saw immediately that he loved it. The carpet wasn't as thick and it was black. He also had a massive television and DVD player. But a lot of the floor was bare, with a few easels stacked against the wall. When Alex saw these his face noticeably brightened. We both loved our rooms.
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