Patient's Confidentiality [Marko/Estelle]

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A penny to pay

She blamed the lousy British weather. It was the cause for all the trouble, honestly; the ignition to a series of unfortunate events which climaxed to Estelle's current state - wet, cold, and with a lovely new battle wound in her side. Lord, that stung. Even applying pressure to her side wasn't halting the bleeding. She was losing blood rapidly and that made the world spin on its axis. Estelle had been too careless; a case of unattended sniffles had developed into a raging fever and when the young lady had finally been persuaded to visit a clinic, she foolishly decided that she would be fine all on her own. After all, who would have thought that a stray burglar would lunge from the alleys in broad daylight? Her purse was safe, but her shoes were stained with the grime of that arrogant imbecile. Not to mention that his rusty blade did a neat job puncturing her side. He deserved that extra kick to the balls for that. Misfortune for the desperate fool who had thought Estelle to be an easy steal. A hiss slipped past Estelle's lips as her shoulder caught the rough edge of a secluded street corner, jarring the wound and doing none to help the blood flow. A price for her mistakes, a penny to pay, but no use moping about what to say. She needed help, and fast. The nearest clinic of sorts she could think of wasn't a very pleasurable option, but it was the only one she had. It seemed Estellle Bonnefoy shall forever be a glad guest of the SIS building. Weaving through the alleyways, she could feel the fever catching up to her once more. The rain nipped at her skin and caused her to shake, but the fire burnt from within and threatened to consume her entirely. Her foot caught the uneven pavement, and everything was upside down. Curses came unrestrained and surely even a sailor would blush at the words coming from Estelle. She propped herself up against a wall and that act alone had drained all her energy. Ahh, she was exhausted. The world seemed to be darkening as well as if preparing Estelle for her slumber. It was alright, wasn't it? She just needed a rest, to close her eyes for a bit. It will all be alright when she woke up.

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	What was it with all these young women getting hurt out on the street, all of a sudden? It had only been recently that Marko had found himself involved in a traffic accident, in which a bus had collided with a girl in the middle of a busy street. Now he’d found a woman with a stab wound, unconscious on a pavement (from blood loss, more than likely). Not a common thing for him to come across in broad daylight… He thought, bitterly, that perhaps he was going to have to stop taking these walks on his lunch break, if they were somehow cursed and causing people to get hurt. Somehow. That thought came after the initial panic, however. Luckily this incident hadn’t happened too far from his place of work, and he could move this woman without causing any threat to her health. In fact, it was probably for the best that he took her back to the SIS building, rather than calling for an ambulance; whoever she happened to be was irrelevant, that was the nearest thing to a hospital in the area. There was enough equipment at his clinic, but he wasn’t a surgeon; he’d need to get medics on site to treat her, whatever he could or couldn’t do for her beforehand. By the time he’d carried her – as quickly as he could – back to the building, through the doors and to the ‘Room of Rest’ (gaining a handful of startled looks on the way), he hadn’t decided whether he should have waited for her to wake before informing the police, or not. After all, he was in a government building, and he’d made plenty of the SIS staff aware of the situation just by taking her through it… Maybe someone had thought to call the police already – though he’d only asked a colleague to get more medical staff on the scene. After laying her on one of the ward’s beds, he’d done his best to patch up the wound and suppress the bleeding. All he could do having done that, was wait, and try to calm his mind down, and hope he hadn’t been too late in finding her.
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A real bloody mess

The first thing that came to mind when she woke up was 'ow'. The second thing that came to mind was 'owww'. The pain came simultaneously from every part of her body; her muscles ached with tension and a fire was burning in her head and at her side. Needless to say, she was a real bloody mess. (Pun not intended.) The light felt like uncomfortable pricks and needles even with the shutter of her closed eyelids, but an afterthought came to mind that surely it was a bit too bright. She recalled the sky being overcast and dreary when her little fainting spell occurred, and after straining her ears, she heard another set of breathing near her vicinity. She had definitely been moved and she was certainly not alone. Making a show of slowly opening her eyes, a low hiss slipped past Estelle's lips at the harsh penetration of fluorescent lights. The heavy scent of soap and sterilisation informed her that she was currently situated in the hospital by some sheer stroke of luck. Turning her head against the stiff mattress of the standard issued beds, she caught sight of the other presence in the room. The immediate thought that surfaced was: He didn't recognise her. The man with dark hair and grey eyes did not know Estelle Aimée Bonnefoy, the city socialite, and he did not know Estelle Aimée Bonnefoy, the leader of the mafia ring. There was a blankness in his face, his eyes, and should he had been aware of who she truly was, surely the ward would have been vastly more full with agents and officials, and a pair of silver rings would have been fashioning her wrists by now. She offered up silent thanks as her mind mapped out her possible moves from here on. Should she play the role of a damsel? An innocent with ambiguous background? As much as he knew about her, Estelle knew the same about him. Who was he? A report from the grapevine several months back had mentioned of a new recruit to the MI6 research sector - a medical doctor from Bulgaria - and this man certainly seemed to fit the descriptions. But with a fever gnawing at her brain, the most she could recall about him were the very basics. Marko Veselinov Iliev, Bulgarian, aged 29, likes yoghurt. She had to smother the splutter of laughter and disbelief at that - of all information to retain, she recalled that he has a preferences towards yoghurt. This fever was getting worse with each tick-tock. Focusing her attention back on the doctor, through a hazy veil of aching detachment, Estelle offered a smile and a query. "Where am I?" She murmured, adopting a confused, weary mien despite full knowledge that she was currently in the SIS building. "Are you the one who saved me?" Her hand crept down along her side and gingerly touched her wound which was dry and dressed. That was going to leave a mark. "Thank you, Mister...?" She looked back, but not so much as him, but on the door that stood just beyond him. Now to think of the best way to escape without reopening her wound...

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	In the meantime, Marko had things to do. He had evaluations to write and case files to read, and he was supposed to be spending that afternoon in the lab, but given the circumstances now he was pretty sure he'd end up late to that. He'd taken a seat on the bed next to the one he'd placed the woman in. Whilst busying himself with the evaluation on his clipboard, he kept an eye on her, wondering half of the time where the damn paramedics were and when they were going to get there. “You're awake...” He said, upon hearing the woman hiss and stir and seeing her turn her head towards him. The way he spoke his words, they sounded like more of a surprised question than a statement... He was surprised she was conscious already. She asked – weakly – where she was and if he was the one who had saved her. He held his clipboard in his lap... Well, he couldn't lie, but he couldn't tell the entire truth, either. “You're in a clinic in Vauxhall.” He shook his head slowly. “I found you a few blocks away. It seems like you were attacked, I don't know if you remember anything...” He forced himself to smile a bit. That couldn't have been nice for her to hear, after all. “I patched you up as best I could, but there's medics coming to take a look at you anyway. None of your vital organs were hit, so you don't need to worry about that.” She was lucky, in that respect... And heck, she was awake now as well. Had he known at the time, he might not have needed to get the medics involved at all... But then again, she did need to go to an actual hospital – unless she was somehow an agent or a government official he didn't know about or recognise, she couldn't stay there. To her last question, he answered plainly, “Iliev.”
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I'm Agent Emma Waters

Maybe she should be an agent, was the first thought that came to mind. It was a plausible plan - extremely entertaining at the very least, but Estelle wondered just how much of it she could pull off. It wasn't that she had no less than utmost faith in her own acting ability - something she rather prides herself in, mind you - but rather, she was uncertain just how much the doctor knew. Passing the physical examination was a prerequisite for all agents, and it was undoubtable that Illiev would have at least some sort of recognition or recollection of all the current MI6 staffers. She supposed the only option left was to play rookie. "Illiev," She echoed. "As in, Doctor Illiev? I think I was due for an appointment with you; I'm one of the new agents." Estelle clarified, with a convincing hush-hush in her voice. "I'm Agent Emma Waters. Or, soon-to-be agent, at least." "And this... incident probably won't look good on the records right? I don't think the MI6 would be so keen to keep an agent who was so easily knocked out by a petty burglar," She feigned mild sheepishness. "Would it be possible for you to perhaps, leave that out?" She trailed off hopefully. As she spoke, Estelle was subtly twitching, testing out the reflexes on her muscles and limbs. Everything felt alright, a little sore but nothing worse for wear. Her fever still burnt like a bitch, and she was certain that any prolonged fight would not be in her favour. As excellent a chance this may be to extract information, Estelle wasn't in the right state to do so. She was no fool; she knew how to fight her battles, and for now, she needed to get out and get away, pronto. But how, how, how? There was a window, just a few steps off to her left, but given that she was uncertain exactly which floor she was on, and also the distance of the fall, it was not Estelle's first option. She might need to knock him out as well, the doctor. He looked pretty sturdy though, which only meant she had to hit much harder. Bother.

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	“Emma Waters?” Maybe he hadn't been completely focusing when he'd been designated the appointment. Maybe he'd just scrawled it down in his diary and hoped he'd just go along with it when the time came... That was the only reason he could find as to why there would be a new agent (or, soon to be new agent) around without his prior knowledge. “Nah, don't remember the name.” Marko shrugged a bit, the possibility that she could be lying not yet crossing his mind. The injured had never lied to him before, it was as simple as that. At any rate, if she was in for a physical any time soon, then she wasn't going to pass it, in the state she was currently in. “Anyway...” He made a note of her condition upon waking on the document attached to his clipboard, as well as a brief run-down of what he'd just been told. “Don't worry about any of that. You're untrained, let alone unarmed. Nothin' like that'll be held against ya later in the process. But, right now? The important thing to do now is rest 'til the medic shows.” He said the last few words slowly, watching her apparently test her limbs for movement. There would be time for her to discuss her status as an agent later. And, not yet fully enrolled, he expected it would be better for her to go to the hospital itself. There was little more he could do, except pass on the patient's document to the medics and let them tend to her wound; sew it and bandage it up properly. Even though he felt like he was stating the obvious, he added, whilst leaning back in his seat, “One more thing, Emma. Don't try to move too much, it'll make things worse.”
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