Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Thirty-one

Charlotte's POV

I was so cold, I couldn't see or even tell if my eyes were closed or if I was consumed by darkness as the coldness embraced me.

My body felt numb, my entire torso stiff and unable to move no matter how hard I tried.

But was I even concious? I couldn't find any proof... I only had my thoughts...

It was a strange state of mind, to be able to think to myself but not physically feel or hear or see anything that proved that I was even here.

I couldn't move but I found myself drawn to something, in my strange state of mind, I couldn't distinguish what it was.

Whether it was a sound, something I saw or something I could feel but I was convinced that there was something there in the distance that was pulling me from my mind.

There was only darkness still and I had no proof that whatever this was, it was helping me but I felt comforted by its presence.

"I'm so cold..." I whispered, feeling a shiver fly though me, my voice sounding hoarse as I spoke.

Had I really spoken though? Or was it a thought...

It was like a sleep paralysis as I was still consumed by darkness, before suddenly, I felt it.

Something had taken the cold away, being placed over me and I actually felt it slide across my skin... A blanket?

I wasn't sure, determined, I wanted to open my eyes, I needed to see Jameson and make sure that my father hadn't hurt him...

My father!

Everything came flooding back all at once, how he had beaten me to a pulp, threatened Jameson and Markus and the saftey of everyone I knew...

I was furious, enough so that just as I had been trying to do, my eyes shot open so fast that I was blinded by the lighting around me.

I shut my eyes immediately after, that being the only movement I was capable of as I tried to adjust my eyes to the lighting around me.

I was afraid that I was still at the apartment, amoungst the broken glass and blood and the death of my mother...

But eventually, everything slowly came into view and I found myself in a familiar room.

This was the infirmary... there were a few lamps on in the corners of the large room... I was laying in a bed... and Jameson held my hand and was seated on the edge of the chair beside the bed.

Leaning forwards and adjusting the blanket he had just pulled up to my shoulders while one of his hands still held mine.

My aching eyes, that had previously been swollen and were surely still bruised, teared up as I saw him so close to me, fine and fussing over me.

"Jameson..." I whispered, a painful sob escaping as he froze and looked at my face.

"Charlie..." he whispered back, his eyes filling with tears also as his free hand came to gingerly wipe away my tears that had fallen.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked softly, unable to speak any louder or move at all because it hurt too much to do so.

I was worried that maybe my father or Markus had hurt him after I had blacked out.

But Jameson smiled through his tears, a small laugh escaping as he leaned forwards and tenderly kissed my temple.

"You're asking me if I'm okay?" He said incredulously.