-Eliza's POV-
A small smile tugged at my lips when my eyes fluttered open briefly and i snuggled deeper into the warmth of the heavy comforter on top of me. Wait a second... When did my bed get so soft and comfortable?... My eyes snapped open and i groaned when the light filtering in through some cream colored drapes blinded me for a couple of seconds. I shielded my eyes and looked around in confusion. This is definitely not my room... This is not my bed... Oh god i hope i'm wearing my own clothes.
I flung the comforter to the side, shivering slightly when the cold hit me and giving a sigh of relief at the sight of my dress from last night. "Oh thank god." I held my bandaged hand over my racing heart. Wait... Why is my hand bandaged? Is that blood on my dress? Just what the heck happened last night!? "Ugh, i think i'm gonna be sick." I jumped up from the bed and yelped when pain shot through my ankle. I leaned against the side of the bed to see it was wrapped in gauze and swollen. I tried to put weight on it, hissing in pain.
My stomach had a light burning sensation near my belly button which was odd but right now, non of that bothered me as much as the bile rising up in my throat and the new pounding in my head that felt like someone was taking a jack hammer to my skull. I spotted a min garbage can and knelt on the ground next to it, emptying the contents of my stomach. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slumped against the floor, letting my sweaty face be comforted by the cool dark wooden floor.
Not even five minutes later i heard some deep voices near the door before a soft click of the lock told me they where coming in. I quickly curled into a ball next to the trash can and closed my eyes. I could hear foot steps nearing me and felt a warm calloused hand being pressed to my sweaty face. "I think she has a fever..." A sensually husky voice murmured close to my head, sweet minty breath fanned over my face. Wait, not sensual! This is your maybe kidnapper! I silently chastised myself. I couldn't honestly say he was a kidnapper yet, i mean maybe he found me hobbling around last night and offered me a ride home. Maybe i had forgotten where a lived, and to tell the truth that is a huge possibility. Maybe he took me to his house like a gentlemen and let me sleep, i mean i'm still wearing my clothes from last night so i don't think he did anything to me.
I felt a pair of arms lift me up bridal style and sway slightly while he carried me over to the bed and laid me down. I curled back into my protective ball and felt the bed dip, a hand pushing the hair out of my face as he sat next to me. He ran his hand through my hair and i couldn't help but relax into his touch. I felt like i could trust him... Which is strange, i don't know this man but i felt like he could never hurt me.
You don't know that! He could be some rapist kidnapper guy who took advantage of your state last night and took you to his house with bad intentions, snap out of it Eliza! He could be waiting for you to wake up so he can make you suffer! Oh god, what if he is? What if this is like that movie with that psycho that makes you torture yourself to get free? What if he brought his psycho friends to watch? Oh god, what if he poisoned me last night and now they're here to watch me slowly die a miserable death!? Ugh, my head hurts...
"Doc Evan's looked her over last night, he's at his house studying her medical files now, says he'll talk to you about it later but that she should be fine for now, the fever is probably from the stress she's been through." Another voice came from the other side of me, way to close for comfort... Why am i even comfortable with the first one being so close? This is not okay Eliza, get ahold of yourself! "Yeah, he talked to me this morning, I'd still feel better if he'd come again to make sure." The first voice replied. I don't know why but his voice sounded familiar and gave me chills. The hand on my face started to rub my cheek affectionately. I involuntarily shivered and i swear i could feel his smile in the air around me. I curled into a tighter ball and buried my face in between my arms and the bed.
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