Stefan slowly regained consciousness and once he realised that Aimee was insentient, he was alert and shaking her in the hopes of bringing her to her consciousness. He tried, but was unsuccessful. The tranquilisers Otis used are unusually powerful. Stefan gradually reached beneath the bed pillow and pulled out two small vials, one of which was empty.

"Always pack a spare," he mumbled to himself, twisting the lid off the stocked vial.

He carefully carried it to Aimee's mouth and poured as the vial's rim touched her lips. She almost instantly came to, coughing before opening her eyes.

"What is that disgusting liquid???" she stood up speedily.

"Come on, I'll explain on the way," he tested.

Aimee refused to go unless her demand for further explanation was met. Stefan clutched his crutches and stood up.

"Aimee, we don't have time for this," he said, rather annoyed. "Doctor Cavell... Otis, is a spy from another organisation. We need to catch up to him before they know you're alive!"

He gulped silently and backed away as Aimee ogled into the air. He realised what he had just said and wished he had kept his mouth shut.

There was silence.

"I'm not supposed to be alive?" she queried. She endeavoured to sink it in, but could not.

"No, Aimee, that came out wrong," he remarked apologetically. "The other -"

"Forget it, okay?!" she yelled, holding back her tears. Aimee pushed herself up and off the bed and stood in place for a moment. "Let's just go catch Otis, or whoever."

Stefan, reached his hand out to hers, but she rejected it and shoved passed him. She tried the door and realised that it was locked. She tried the window, but it was stuck shut. Frustrated, she kicked through the glass and leaped out of the window and onto the fire escape. Stefan watched, shocked, and it showed in his facial expression. Aimee looked back into the ward.

"Are you coming or not?"

Stefan nodded twice, slowly. The two of them rushed down the fire escape's single flight, Aimee sprinting in lead even when they touched the ground. Stefan had insane upper body strength, crutches or no crutches, it did not take him long to overtake Aimee. He headed towards the road and his hand fumbled in his pocket, pulling out his cellphone. By the time Aimee caught up to him, he had already typed a number into his phone and pushed the 'call' button. He held it against his ear and waited for an answer.

Aimee took a glimpse at his leg and all the guilt she felt before precipitated back to mind. Flashes of Stefan lying on the ground, screaming in pain appeared in her head. She was brought to the present by Stefan's voice.

"Hello?" he spoke into the phone. "Two. At the hospital. Bye," he ended the call.

"Who was that?" Aimee queried.

"Vehicle delivery," he looked up at the sky. "Ever flown in a helicopter?"

"Twice, but I almost threw up the second time and..." - she saw him turn his attention to her - "uhm, never mind," she was suddenly shy.

"No, carry on," he smiled innocently. "I enjoy learning more about you."

Aimee was just about to continue, but before the words escaped her mouth, sudden and fast fwups of a helicopter's four-blade propellers interrupted her train of thought.

It landed in front of the hospital entrance and when the engine was off and the blades stopped spinning, a man stepped out. He was neatly dressed in a black tuxedo over-lapping his white silk shirt and he had gelled back, strawberry blonde hair, which Aimee could see, even from a distance. She was ready to climb into the chopper and chase after Otis, wherever he was - she guessed Stefan must have known. She treaded forward, but before she passed him, Stefan stretched his arm in front of her and shook his head.

"What? Aren't we going?" she wondered.

"Not yet, hang on a second," Stefan reached for his phone once again and grasped it tightly. He looked at the screen and waited.

The man in the distance formally walked in through the hospital doors. Moments later, a message popped up on Stefan's cellphone. Aimee leaned towards the screen. 'From Gavin Malec', she suspected it to be the man who had just trod inside.

Gavin Malec: Ready Stefan

"That's our cue," Stefan informed her. He obviously noticed she was staring.

Stefan put his phone away and positioned his crutches before springing ahead. Aimee followed him. He was so fast that she was almost in a jog to catch up. Reaching the helicopter, Stefan opened both doors and climbed in the passenger seat. Aimee froze.

"Come on," gestured Stefan.

"In the driver's seat?" she looked up at him, anxious, worried, scared for her life.

Stefan saw the doubt in her eyes. "Come on, I'll teach you," he said.

"O-okay," she gulped and shook her head, but she trusted Stefan enough to obey.

She strapped herself in as Stefan pointed towards the start lever for the chopper. Aimee jolted by the first sound the engine made. It was not a loud helicopter, but she was expected to fly it! She turned her head to Stefan, awaiting further instructions.

"Uhm, like a car, there are pedals at your feet. That should be easy to understand, and then the joystick is pulled toward you to ascend and back, to descend," he gestured accordingly.

Aimee's nerves were crazy right now, Stefan's "uhm" was not very assuring. Was he honestly uninformed that she could not even drive a car?

"Stefan, I don't even have a learner's permit," she mentioned worriedly. "This is not going to work."

Stefan was aware that she had no license in her name, but he was hoping she had at least driven in her parents' car as a weekend pastime. He double nodded like he usually did.

"What is taking you so long?!" a voice from Stefan's window. "You should have been outta here by now, are ya nuts?"

Aimee shut off the engine. It was the man from before, the one who delivered the helicopter. His flaring eyebrows capped his mint green eyes. Swoon. When he was sure he had yelled at Stefan enough, he glanced up at Aimee and she could have sworn that when his eyebrows rested he was blushing. It seemed as though Stefan noticed it too. His eyes bounced left and right between Aimee and Gavin.

"Gavin, she's seventeen," he stated.

Gavin cleared his throat. "This is Aimee, right?"

"Nice to meet you," Aimee stretched her arm passed Stefan's chest and Gavin took her hand in and kissed it. Aimee was blushing until she saw the bothered look on Stefan's face. "Hey, do you mind flying us to where we need to go?" she pulled her begging face.

"Of course," he let go of her hand and walked around the head of the chopper.

Aimee moved over to the middle of the two seats, standing with her back pressing the roof and her arms resting on the seats. Gavin hopped in and shut the door before strapping himself in. He smiled at Aimee and at Stefan - to be safe - and then nudged the start lever down.

"You have no idea how to fly a chopper, do you?" he glimpsed at Aimee. He made a face when she shook her head. "I thought Stefan would have taught you by now."

"Well, he was, right before you got here," she replied.

Gavin laughed.

"This may be one of the fanciest helicopters I've ever encountered, but it's easy to soar. Watch," he half smiled.

He had already set the controls correctly and the helicopter was practically automatic. All he had to do now were the final checks. He made sure all that needed to be on was on.

"Before you have lift-off, you have to take a look at the Alt, fuel boost and position beacon; they must always be on. The transponder on Alt, clutch switch is up and caged, trim pilot to side, oh, and then the cyclic and frictions should be off," he explained.

Aimee was astonished - and slightly confused - by his knowledge of aircrafts. Although, if he did not know that much, she would wonder how he had a job. But wow!

"Cool, I think I got it," she said with her fingers on her nose, just to make sure she did not resemble Pinocchio.

Gavin laughed again. "It's alright, I'm flying this time," he winked.

Stefan shook his head and chuckled. "Aimee, you can sit on my lap," he offered. "You shouldn't stand in a helicopter."

Aimee smiled and sat down immediately and drew the seatbelt, from the compartment, over the both of them. Stefan pulled a face, but tried to hide it from Aimee. Her weight was pressuring his leg, but he did not say anything, he smirked.

Gavin raised the plane.

"So where are we going exactly?" he queried, holding their mid-air position.

Stefan answered. "Well, to the Ai-" he coughed deliberately, "enemy headquarters."

Gavin looked at Stefan, then Aimee, then back at Stefan. He could tell Stefan was keeping information about their enemy a secret from her, and maybe it was a good thing. It was painful information for her, as a seventeen-year-old girl, to drench. Gavin positioned the chopper and dashed through the sky.

His helicopter was one of the fastest in the world, a rare make. About an hour later, they arrived at their destination. A tall statuesque structure stood before them.