The Lies I Believed

Forget It All

My eyes snapped open as I remembered the last thing I had been meaning to do before I'd gone to bed Monday night. I wonder if Asher is willing to hear me out. Aaron wouldn't mind if I explained to Asher why I was out last night. I'm not willing to give up on my marriage to keep a secret that'll haunt me forever. It's now or never.

I sat up and the pain that hit me was unbearable. I cried out in agony, holding my sides. I've never felt this much pain before. Not all at once. The last time I was this hurt, Luca had given me the worst birthday present in the world. I don't remember getting into anything last night. I just argued with Asher and that was that.

"You're awake!" Asher rushed over to me and hugged me. I squirmed in discomfort. "I was so worried about you. How are you feeling?"

"...Let me go," I hissed.

Asher stepped back in surprise. He looked so concerned for me, but I couldn't hold back the pained sigh that escaped in an instant. I'm surprised he hasn't left for New York already. He seemed pretty angry with me.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked.

"Me?" I felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Why would I be mad at you? You're the one who was mad at me."

"Huh?"

"Now you're confusing me. I'm not mad at you, Asher. I was afraid you'd left for New York and wouldn't give me another chance to explain myself. Where's Vincent?"

"He's...back home."

"That fast? Did you make him go home first?"

"Lexi..." Asher took another step back. What did I do? I feared this would happen. "I'll--I-I--I'll be back."

I watched as he practically fled the room. That's when I noticed I wasn't in our house. The room was too white and empty to be considered a bedroom. I looked around and a flood of memories from my last hospital stay came back to me. I began fearing the worst. What happened?

I laid back down and tried to collect my thoughts. Asher got mad at me, but we all returned home together. I was expecting him not to share the room with me, so I wasn't surprised when he said he was sleeping in his office. Vincent didn't seem to notice the tension and proceeded to shower before he retired to bed. And that's all I remember.

What's going on?

"Mrs. Monteil, how are you today?" A doctor entered the room, looking down at his clipboard. "Your husband seems very concerned about you."

"...I'm doing fine," I muttered. "Just a little confused."

"About what? It's fine to be confused after just waking up after everything you've been through."

"What do you mean?"

"First, we'll run a couple of tests, then we'll have our psychiatrist come talk to you."

"I don't...I don't need a psychiatrist."

The doctor finally looked at me and sighed. I just want to know what the heck is going on? Why are they acting like something bad happened to me? Maybe I work myself too hard.

He didn't give me a chance to say anything more, because more people filed into my room and began prepping me. I stayed silent, knowing for a fact they were never going to tell me anything. I'll have to wait until later. Possibly when I'm able to see Asher again. He'll be able to explain everything to me.

After a CT and MRI scan, they allowed me to be returned to my room. I was frustrated. No matter how many questions I asked, no one was willing to give me an explanation. How had I ended up in the hospital? I don't remember being knocked out or anything. It wouldn't make sense for me to be here since I remember returning home last night.