Forgotten Yours

Hospitals and Secrets

"Don't be scared," Damon whispered in my ear. His dark hair disheveled by a soft breeze. His hands were resting on my hips and I felt his heart beat as my back rested up against him. 

I wasn't scared. Not with him. Not after I was finally in his arms. The more question that popped in my mind was, why wasn't I scared? He gave me so many signs to stay away yet here I was any common sense I had left flying out the window. I didn't even know where we were at the moment. 

I could smell a hint of rain close by. But both of us were dry. My long white dress flowing in the wind at my ankles. There was little light left in the sky. I felt my heart ache at the end of another day and wondered if only there was a way I could stop it from fading away. I knew these last moments were as precious as the last drops in a drought.

"Will you stay?" I asked Damon. My voice was a tiny whisper, almost inaudible by the loud roar of the thunder. The wind blew a few strands of hair into my face and Damon wrapped me in his arms more tightly. 

"I'll never go," he whispered back.

I looked up at him and seen a small scratch across his forehead and a shadow of a bruise on his left cheek. He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek. He brought my face closer to his and I leaned into him. Finally, his lips crashed to mine with an urgency that took my breath away. He kissed me as if it was our last day together. As if I was the part of him he lost and finally found. Then it started to pour. My hair became soaked and water ran down our faces into our mouths. The rain was intoxicating and set off a wave of emotions in our kiss. 

I turned around and reached my hands behind him trying to draw him nearer. My hands were met with something soft and fuzzy. Pulling back from our kiss, I looked behind him. Wings. Iridescent, magnificent, beating gently in the rain. I had a sense of dejavu, like I've seen them before.

"Wow," I gasped out. The wings consumed my vision and their swirl into a million colors making my head ache from their wonder. I tried to break my stare but all I could focus on was the beautiful shimmer they gave off. 

Until I looked down. Thousands of feet below us. 

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I woke up to the sun shining bright in my face. There was a dull ache in the back of my head and I looked up to a white ceiling. Another dream. This one left me wanting more. I took in my surroundings at the white walls. I was lying on a bed and to my right was a set of machines. One connected to my heart rate. I reached behind me and touched the sensitive part behind my head. The single touch hurt so bad and made me let out a little whimper.

I knew I was in a hospital but not exactly what town. Or if I moved outside of Fallen. Instead of the white flowy dress in my dress, I was in a white, blue polka dotted hospital gown. Someone gasped and squeezed my right hand making me turn quickly causing me to wince at the pain. Lucy was sitting in a faded gray lounge chair. Her eyes staring right at me. I was about to pull away but then she smiled at me so kindly.

"Where am I ?" I asked.

I watched as Lucy reached over to the table and grab a bottle of shiny white nail polish. She opened the bottle and began painting my nails. I looked at her waiting for her answer.

"Providence Hospital," she said.

My first time off campus and I was already in here. The last time I was in a hospital I was getting medication for the stomach flu.