Lucie has recently moved to New York City and not knowing a single person she's feeling homesick. Her introverted self can't help but feel as though she'll be alone forever. But after a collision with someone rather famous she ends up in a reality s...
"Beep. Beep. Beep" was the sound ringing around in my head. Was it my alarm. You know how sometimes your alarm is in your dream but you're not waking up, was that happening right now.
As I opened my eyes it felt as though my brain had been scooped out and put back in. I looked around and saw white walls, everything was clean and bright which wasn't helping me. Scanning the surroundings I felt something in my hand and then it hit me, I was in a hospital bed.
I went into panic mode because I couldn't remember what happened. How I got here. Why I was here. The beeping sound started to get faster and faster.
"Hey, hey it's ok you're ok" a familiar voice spoke.
I looked over to see Timothee sat in the corner on a chair. He looked not like the usual Timothee I knew. His eyes were tired and he was trying to force a smile.
"What happened?" I said stating at the tube in my hand.
"You uh...you don't remember?"
"No" I racked my brain for anything but nothing came.
"Well um..." he sighed running his hands through his hair "you tripped on lsd" he didn't even look at me.
"What?" I laughed because that seemed impossible. No not impossible insane.
A woman in blue uniform entered the room, looked at me then at Timothee.
"Hi Lucie, I'm Destiny your nurse. I'm just going to inform the doctor you're awake" She seemed kind and gentle, everything a nurse should be.
"Shouldn't you be on set?" I didn't even sound myself.
"No I should be here" he sounded angry.
"Timothee go, I'm fine here"
"You're not fine"
"I'm tired and need sleep, there's no point you being here. Please just go don't worry about me" it came out in the wrong tone and sounded as though I didn't want him here.
He sighed got up looked at me then said "If that's what you want" before leaving.
I slept most of the day and when I woke I was free to go. What I should've done was call Timothee telling him I'd been discharged, but I didn't want him to leave work just for me. So I called a cab and took myself back.
Being back in the apartment was a relief. I walked up the plant lined stairs to the bedroom where I fell back onto the bed. As soon as the cool silk fabric hit my skin, everything from last night came flooding back. A wave of nausea came over me as I remembered the party, so I quickly ran to the bathroom. Broken tiles and blood stains covered the floor making it look like a crime scene. I definitely didn't remember this. I couldn't even remember being in the bathroom let alone destroying it.
I heard the door open. Shit, fuck. Timothee was going to be mad at me for not telling him I'd been discharged. Still staring at the mess in the bathroom, Timothee ran up the stairs.
"God Lucie, why didn't you tell me you'd been released?"
"Because I knew you were working"
"So I still would've come and got you"
"Yeah exactly"
He frowned at me then looked at where I was looking. A glisten of fear appeared in his eyes and he quickly looked away.
I didn't say anything for a moment and neither did Timothee. Silence never felt uncomfortable to me. Some people always found it awkward not talking, but why couldn't you just be there and say nothing, what was wrong with that.
Turing my gaze from blood stains to Timothee's hair falling just above his eyes, I could almost see last nights events playing in his mind. He stared at the broken floor then shook his head returning back to reality.
I couldn't look at it anymore, so I walked back to the bedroom and curled myself up on the bed. When I closed my eyes flashes of the party and me dancing played in my mind like a broken showreel. The next scene was a guy holding me down. I could still feel his hands on mine, tightly pushing them so I couldn't escape.
"I remember" I said knowing Timothee was in the room. I didn't know how I knew I just did.
"You do?" His voice sounded soft.
"Well almost everything" I trailed off.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
I turned to see him leaning by the door, his arms folded. I shook my head, still curled up hugging my legs to my chest.
I pushed my face into the bed feeling the water like fabric on my skin. Honestly I hated the way Timothee was looking at me, like he was mad, upset, scared but the one that broke me was he looked disappointed. All this happened because I decided to fuck it and be spontaneous.
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Timothee climbed onto the bed laying opposite my back and placed his arm around me which was exactly what I wanted him to do without even thinking it. His breathing was like a lullaby and sent me straight to sleep.
