The Unwanted Bond

I win.

Parker's POV:

The next time I woke up, I was alone but I didn't have a mask on for oxygen and the transfusion line was gone. I opened my eyes and took stock of how my body was feeling. Nothing was hurting, even when I took a deep breath and moved my body. I pushed myself into a sitting position before making my way off the hospital bed. I desperately needed a shower and to shave. I quickly made my way out of the room and down the hall, trying to find my way to the main part of the house so I could find my room.

After getting lost and finally managing to find my way to the main foyer. I made my way up the stairs to the third floor. I could hear people talking from down the hall in Ryan's office but quietly made my way into my room. I entered the bathroom and took a look at my reflection and winced. My hair was too long and my beard was way longer than I have ever had it. I quickly got to work on shaving my face. My hair would have to wait as I didn't have any clippers. I trimmed what I could from my face before deeming it short enough to use my razor.

Once I was finished shaving, I felt better. Having a clean shaved face felt much better than a beard. I turned the shower on and while it was heating up I stripped out of the shirt and shorts I was wearing. I paused when I caught my reflection.

"What the fuck?"

My eyes widened as I noticed my scars were gone and my bones weren't awkwardly jutting out anymore. The only scars left were the silver cuff scars and they weren't anywhere near as prominent as they were before. I shook my head and climbed into the shower. There was no use in staring at my body, I didn't have the answers but I was willing to bet it was from whatever transfusion they did.

I took my time washing my hair and body before letting the water rain down my back. After spending 20 minutes in the shower I finally decided I should get out. I climbed out and grabbed a towel. I dried my hair as best I could before leaving it messy and damp. I dried my body off and then wrapped the towel around my waist. I left the bathroom and went into my closet. I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, thin gray sweatpants, a blue muscle tank top, socks, and a light blue beanie to cover the mess I called my hair.I exited the room and headed to the office I could hear everyone in. I didn't knock, I just walked in and everyone paused.

"Did Dr. Matella let you leave?" Derek asked.

"No. I woke up alone, felt fine and went to take a shower." I shrugged, walking over to Ryan's desk and glancing down at what they were discussing. "Why do you have a map of the hailstorm pack?"

Ryan paused. "How did you know it was the hailstorm pack?"

"Uh.. it says it across the top." I pointed to the top of the map.

"You read that?"

"Yeah?"

"You couldn't read?"

"What do you mean I couldn't read? I was better than everyone in high school.... Oh... Oh..." I stopped as realization dawned on me. "Wait." I quickly went through papers on his desk pulling one of the ones with my name on it out.

"Parker Mathison, age 18, came to me after being held captive for two years. His first two sessions went nowhere as he refused to even look at me, let alone speak. This last session, which will be our final session, I decided to try hypnosis on him. Once I had him in the hypnotic state, I tried to talk him through one of the times he was sexually assaulted and he lost control and fought me. I had two receive stitches from how deep he sliced my arm open. Once he was out of the hypnotic state he was very sorry and visibly upset. Unfortunately, I don't think either of us are going to be comfortable with each other and be able to further this journey..... Well shit... I can read."