BANG

that was the last sound you heard before waking up in a cold empty hospital room, the obnoxious beeping of heartbeat monitors and chatter outside in the hallway. you’re a secret agent working for wise, and in your most recent mission you got into a big scuffle and ended up with a gunshot to the chest, close to dying. the doctor said you’ll make a full recovery but you still need to get rest to heal, so you couldn’t do any more spy work for a while.

your thinking gets suddenly interrupted but a knock at the door, with a woman standing at the doorway with a sly smile and a familiar outfit. it’s your coworker, handler, walking up and sitting at your bedside waving around a manila folder.

“for a top agent you sure look ridiculous in a hospital gown, i never thought you’d end up in such a position, but work never ends, i got two new cases- ha! just kidding, im here to check up on you, you’re a good agent so i need to make sure you’re on your way to being back at tip, top, shape!”