Finally Delirious is back. Sorry for this late update, literally just woke up 😂. I can't believe we're at part 61, holy... 😱. Alright, alright, go ahead, read. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I slowly came to my senses, hearing the beeping was the first sound I recognized. I opened my eyes, forced to blink several times to adjust to the light. Slowly recalling what happened and where was I, I felt so weak and thirsty.

I cursed myself, hated myself for what I did. This wasn't the way it should be. I should have been dead, avoided the shame of my weakness by sparing Evan's life, of fucking up the contract.

I saw new bandages on my stomach, and the door opened. I saw some doctor along with nurses coming into my room. I tried to sit up to see them properly, but they stoped me.

"Good morning mister Davis, we're glad your with us again. How are you feeling?"

Mister Davis? Who the fuck is mister Davis?

"How do you think I'm feeling?" I replied bitterly.

"Your brother told us most of it, do you remember anything?" Doctor continued, completely ignoring my tone of the voice.

Brother? Who? Evan? Tyler? Some stranger trying to get into my room?

Before I could have responded, the door opened revealing Tyler. He looked pissed, slightly lost in his thoughts.

"Oh, hi mister Davis! Your brother finally woke up a few minutes ago," doctor greeted him.

So he's my brother. Good to know.

"Hi. Can we be alone?" Tyler replied.

I recognized anger, determination and nervousness in his voice. I knew he would have yell at me for being stupid. Doctor wrote something down, and then left us alone.

"Brother, huh?" I asked with a small smile, watching him sit down next to my bed.

"I'm really glad you're ok. You said to me the other day that if I had a mission on my own I had to tell you, right? Don't worry, I have everything planned."

I frowned at him, didn't try hide my confusion over him, as I didn't understand the meaning of it.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Look," he started, then took out some papers, giving them to me.

I quickly flew through them, seeing some schedules, maps and some info about people I didn't know. I raised one of my eyebrow, then looked at him.

"What is this?"

"He's going to pay, don't worry. This is schedule of every employee here, from janitor to some fucking general manager. I'm trying to found the blank spot to easily sneak in. Then there are maps of every floor in this shitty building. I don't have it prepared properly yet, but... it's in the progress, which is amazing."

Ok there has to be something I'm missing. Is he trying to kidnaped me? What's going on?

"Tyler why are you doing research on this? What's the meaning? Are we having some kind of contract you're going to give me now?" I asked slowly, scanning his reaction.

"What? No. I'm taking care about that shithead who shot you. I texted Craig I was in New York, so I have free days to do this without any mistakes."

Wait, what? Killing who? Killing me?

"Stop. We can't talk about it right now. Let me call some doctors, I want to go home," I said, stretching myself to push some buttons.

"Home? Fucking hell you can't! You just woke up a few minutes ago. You need to rest."

"I lived through worse. And we need to discus this somewhere else," I gave him the papers back.

He wanted to replied, but was shut down by some nurse who came in with question look.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"I want to go home. Bring me the papers, I'm signing them."

"Sir... but you just woke up... this is really not a good idea, I'm not letting you go. Plus police wanted to talk with you and-"

I interrupted her by waving my hand off.

"I'm fine. Just bring me those papers," I commanded a bit harshly.

She couldn't say or do anything. It was my own decision to leave, and I was going to carry the consequences. She left and I looked at Tyler, who was giving me the "you're not doing the right decision" look.

"Help me dress up, please. We have to get out of here as soon as possible."

They tried to reason with me, giving me the worst scenarios but I kept being a stubborn. So they let me go. Tyler helped me into the car, and I forced myself to be as silent as possible even though the pain was the worst, and he drove me to my other house. We were both silent, and at the moment I lay into my bed he started to talk.

"Listen Delirious, you don't really have to worry about anything. Just let me take care of it for this time. I handled Ryan pretty good, didn't I?"

I have to calm his temper down.

"There's nobody you have to kill, Tyler," I replied and breath slowly to make the pain go away.

"There's. I'm killing Evan, that piece of shit shot you. I won't fucking look at him when I'll go out with Craig."

My heart stopped beating for a few seconds after hearing his words, the meaning of it.

He thinks Evan shot me?

"Tyler," I started tiredly.

"I mean it. We should have killed him the first moment, it was my fault. I let that bitch negotiate and recreate our contract."

"Evan didn't shoot me."

He looked at me, confusion written in his eyes. He opened his mouth a few times, then frowned.

"He didn't? Who did then?"

Stupid fuck who couldn't even properly killed himself.

"Me," I said firmly.

"What?" He replied quickly, and I sighed.

"I don't want to talk about it. As much as I appreciate your efforts in this, I want to do thick line between this whole thing. We won't discus this ever again, you hear me? Now go back to Craig."

I caught myself being angry, frustrated. Over my feelings, the way I acted, what I had done.

"I won't leave your side, Delirious."

"I want everything back to normal. I want you gone from my personal space, from my house, just calling about contracts as before. I want to be alone. Just me and myself." I raised my voice, shaking in anger.

"I won't leave you," he repeated again, which made me even more angrier.

I needed him to go away. I wanted to forget about everything.

"I don't fucking care about you, I've never cared! You think this past days meant something for me? You're not my friend, you never were, and most importantly never will! You're just a piece of shit who give me information about people I have to kill. Get back to your bitch, and find me a job in a week. That's all, no more words, no more seeing me."

"It's ok to feel this way, Jonathan. This is completely normal, care about someone, feeling lost, being confused about your feelings. That's not something you should be scared of, just face it. Don't run aw-"

I don't care about being normal, I don't want it! Where the fuck is it? I hid it somewhere... here we go.

I pointed the gun at him. I couldn't hold the gun steadily, my hands were shaking.

"I won't repeat myself. I don't care about you, get out!" I yelled at him.

"And I said I wouldn't leave you whe-"

I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, pulling the trigger and shooting to the wall behind him.

"Get the fuck out!" I screamed, making the pain even worse.

I just wanted to be alone, and he let me.