But when it came to the part about being cornered by the wolf, my rant came to an abrupt stop and my eyes widened in alarm. Should I tell him? Should I tell him about the wolf? Would he believe me? Or would he think that the loss of blood was taking a toll on me? Then again, knowing Mr. Talon, I think he would believe anything I said, no matter how much drama it contained. After all, I had already brought tons of it with me in the one day that I had been here. But what then? If he did believe me, what would he do? Would he tell someone? And what if he did and they went after the wolf? What if they killed it??! NO! I couldn't tell him or anyone about the wolf. I couldn't risk it. Besides, it didn't feel right to tell. So I settled for the next best thing and told him I passed out from pain and exhaustion of my acrobatic endeavors to which again he sighed deeply and removed his glasses, wiping them wordlessly before putting them on again. He looked tired and I felt extremely guilty for putting him through so much tension today. "I'm sorry for worrying you. And thank you so much for coming Mr. Talon. I really appreciate it" "Don't apologize child", Mr. Talon replied looking toward the window, his voice suddenly sounded much older, "Just please take better care of yourself" He whispered the last part but I heard him and my heart welled with gratitude yet again. I was about to thank him again but he seemed to notice this and he quickly added, "Because if you take care of yourself then over half my problems will be solved automatically", with a mock glare. I stared at him blankly before a smile made its way to my face and then turned into a grin, "Okay" I said cheerfully, and Mr. Talon just shook his head again before getting up to go ask someone to bring me a wheelchair. My protests about the matter fell on deaf ears as he marched out of the room like a man on a mission. Soon after, a nurse arrived with my clothing and I found out that she had been the one who had changed me to check if I had wounds elsewhere on my body. It still deeply disturbed me but it was still better knowing that it was done by a woman who had probably seen plenty of naked bodies in her practice and would neither remember nor care about what mine looked like. At first she insisted on helping me get dressed but when I paled so much that I started blending into the bright lights in the room, she very understandingly stepped out to give me privacy. I hungrily snatched up my undergarments and put them on feeling the discomfort finally ease a little. Wiggling into my shirt was easy enough but the skirt was what posed the problem. Curse pencil skirts! With great difficulty and a lot of hissing and groaning in pain, I managed to wear it and zip it up. That's when I noticed that the pin I had put on it when I climbed the tree was still there. Unthinkingly I tugged at it but it was stuck. Annoyed I pulled hard and to my pure and untainted horror, the skirt tore revealing my lacy underwear. An alarmed shriek escaped my lips as I tried to pull the torn ends closer together but it only cause the skirt to tear more all the way to bottom fully revealing my thighs, and I suddenly felt very faint. A knock sounded on the door and consciousness coupled with alarm shot back into me as Mr. Talon's voice sounded through the door telling me that the guy with the wheelchair was here. But if I sit, it'll only pry the torn ends further apart! There was no way I was going in that wheelchair. I immediately took the green hospital gown and held it in front of my exposed legs. I limped to the door, ignoring the stinging feeling in my leg. It's amazing how one can selectively numb certain areas of their body when a more pressing matter is at hand, for instance when one's dignity and honor depends on it! I opened the door to Mr. Talon only to see his face go from blank to berserk. "Don't walk around! Sit down right now" he demanded pointing to the wheelchair making me grip the hospital gown tighter in front of me. "N-No I think I'll just walk", I stammered hurriedly before slipping around him, disregarding the fact that I was barefoot and walking to who knows where. The boy with the wheelchair protested and said I should sit down but I was not about to listen to anybody and I just walked faster away from them both clutching the hospital gown in front of me like my life depended on it. Why oh why did it have to tear in such a disgraceful place! To anyone who saw me would I would surely appear to need to use the bathroom really, really, really badly! I felt myself flush for the umpteenth time that day and marched on with more fervor than ever. An appalled screech escaped Mr. Talon's lips when my brisk walking started turning into a slow jog as I grit my teeth at the pain and continued onward. I could hear a few other hospital staff members calling after me and I suddenly felt like a psychiatric patient attempting to escape an asylum. I nearly cried tears of joy when I saw the way out of the hospital where Mr. Talon had said a black car was waiting to pick us up. I picked up the pace and I could hear Mr. Talon's panicked cries after me. Surely he was wondering why I had suddenly gone insane. On hindsight I could have probably just told him, but knowing the theatrics he would stage, everyone would find out about it. Either way, it was too late to think about that now. Through the glass I could see that dusk had fallen and a red orange glow had lit up the sky. I limped towards the door and almost did a titanic pose when the fresh air outside of the hospital hit my flushed body. Keyword: Almost. After having protected my dignity from the eyes of all the hospital staff members, I was not about to expose my inners to some poor unsuspecting fellow just strolling past the medical facility. Almost immediately I spotted a black Honda car parked by the side of the hospital and I quickened my steps towards it. Just a few more steps, I told myself, once I'm in the car I'll tell Mr. Talon. Hopefully he would have a jacket or somethin- JACKET! A horrified gasp escaped my lips when it hit me that I had misplaced my shoes, purse and the CEO's Jacket somewhere in the woods! I was so shocked that I didn't notice the step in front of me and when I did, it was too late because I had tripped and was already hurtling towards the ground for the third time that day. I had no time to steady myself or brace for impact so I just let myself fall to the hard rough earth.