18+ Audience Intended.
Taylor Ash-Carlson.
She's 20 and just finished flight attendant school, thanks to her boyfriend she secures a job working for the largest airport in her city.
She's bright eyed and excited to start the next chapter of her life...
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I wake up to feel a cold linen cloth pressed to my body, opening my eyes to the fluorescent glow of lights that almost blind me.
Is this a hospital gown?
Where the hell am I?
The room is bare except for a fiberglass bench at the end of the bed, a trashcan, and a small window reflective in its darkness. I try to trace my memory to figure out how the hell I've landed myself in this hospital room.
I try to rise, but my body is too heavy and I fall back into the bed.
Before I can try again, the door opens and a man enters. He is tall, in his late 40s, with sharp facial features.
He walks closer to the bed.
"I'm glad you've woken up Miss Ash-Carlson, I'm Dr. Peterson. Do you know why you're here?"
"I can't remember," I reply honestly.
"We found traces of flunitrazepam in your system, this is essentially a very concentrated version of a valium-type tranquillizer.
Fortunately, you arrived at the hospital before your liver could metabolize the entire amount you were dosed with."
"Wait wha-"
"I know this is difficult to hear, from the context of the situation we have reason to believe you were unknowingly drugged. And the amount of toxin in your body would have likely been fatal." The doctor finishes telling me.
"Drugged? You're telling me someone attempted to k-kill me?"
"Your partner has filed a police report on your behalf, and since you are awake. Do I have your permission to allow visits to this room?
"Yes of course."
Has Dom not been allowed into the room this whole time? How long have I even been here?
"Alright I'll go grab them, they're in the waiting room." The doctor smiles again.
Them? I thought he just said Dom was here. It's so terrifying and violating, to have a massive gap in your memory.
The doctor left the room about a minute ago so I sit up in my bed looking down at my arm which is connected to an IV drip and has a hospital wrist band attached.
I hear a knock on the door, then the door begins to slowly swing open.
Fully expecting to see Dominic walk through that door, my eyes feel like they're deceiving me when I see Harry stride through.
Am I hallucinating?
He looks sorrowful before he looks me in the eye, and when he does catch my gaze he looks at me with big eyes to counter the obvious confusion on my face.
"How are you feeli–"
"What the fuck is going on Harry." I cut him off from the first words he attempted to speak at me.
