Sanitorium (Roman Reigns Story)

Chapter 16: Royalty

I toss and turn in my sleep. Filled with so much confusion, pain, and anger. I wake up in the middle of the night and sit up, running my fingers through my hair. This bed feels way more comfortable than the one that Im used to sleeping on. I place my hand on the mattress and an imprint of my hand is left on it when I remove it. I frown. What the hell is this? I look to my right and there is a large window with black drapes over it. Right across from my bed is a door to a private bathroom and to my left is a bedroom door. Actually, this place looks like it's fit for a princess. This room is huge. I toss the comforter off of me and walk around the room. There are carvings and murals all over the walls. The bedframe is solid gold and the decorations are also gold. 

I go over to the bathroom and open the door slowly. When I turn on the light, there is a large mirror from my door to the other door on the far side of the bathroom. I guess this isn't as 'private' as I thought it was. The mirror is trimmed in gold and the tub is porcelain and gold. The showerhead and faucet controls are all silver. The lights are as bright as they get, probably LED. There are neatly organized shampoos, conditioners, bodywashes, loufas, washcloths, toothbrushes, and everything else you need for personal hygiene. Even razors. 

I look in the mirror and the cut on my lip is healing faster than normal. The bruises on my face are virtually invisible, and somehow I didn't wake up feeling like someone tossed a ton of bricks on me. I wonder what they injected me with to numb the pain. Even my dark circles seem to have diminished. I observe my clothing. White silk pajamas that look like they were steam pressed to perfection. They fit perfectly. Even my hair looks like it's been through some beautifying process. I don't look like a prisoner, I look like royalty. I'd like to know why.

The door on the other side of the bathroom opens and I put my hand on the knob of the door next to me, ready to run out of the bathroom, if need be. This bathroom is the size of a small bedroom. You could easily fit four people in the tub and at least 8 people would fit comfortably inside the bathroom itself. Roman emerges from his dark bedroom and I keep my grip on the knob. He is startled when he sees me standing on the other end of the bathroom.

"Angel? What are you doing here?" He asks, just as confused as me.

I look him up and down. His bruises were too deep to have gone away in one day, but he definitely looks better. He has on black silk pajamas and his hair is in a silky bun. 

"What did they do to us?" I ask, calmer than I am.

"I don't know. Im trying to figure that out." He says, looking down at his pajamas.

I release my grip on the knob. I trust Roman. We are in this together, all of this. I think back to my nightmares and simulations. I trust him to a point. He looks in the mirror and fixes his hair. 

"This is insane." He says, feeling on his discolored face.

He pulls up his shirt and I stare at the bruises on his abdomen and.. his arm! There is a large gauze pad over the area where he was zapped by the lasers. He looks at me and I just stare at the gauze pad.

"Im afraid to take it off." He says honestly. "How can you even walk? I had to carry you back to your room after we met with Head Bitch after she put us through that obstacle course. You couldn't even stay conscious." He explains.

I feel on my pajamas, knowing how even a small amount of pressure on any part of my body would send serious jolts of pain through my body, last night. Today is a new day. Today they need us to be strong, for everyone else.

"They did something to us. Let me see your arm." I say, reaching for the gauze pad.

He nods at me, wanting me to reveal his arm. I place my fingers under an opening on the pad and I rip it off quickly. My eyes get wide.