Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter Ten-Stay With You Awhile

An;; thank you so much to everyone who has read this is far, and I hope you're enjoying it. Since the last time I updated this, it has gone up by nearly 100 reads, so thank you. I'm sorry it's so far fetched and I realise that I'm portraying Luke in an awful way, but I have a very warped imagination. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Enjoy
Lucifer xoxo

Drew's PoV
When I woke up the next morning, my senses wrre overrode by an intense pain emanating from my temples and I instantly whimpered, trying to gain attention from someone, until I noticed that my room was now clear of doctors, meaning I was now alone again. I screwed my eyes shut as I tried to keep the pain in my turmoiling mind at bay, mentally cursing the fact that the doctors hadn't pumped enough morphine into my weak system to make the pain completely dissipate and convince my tired mind that the atrocities of last night had just been a woozy, faded dream, just so that I wouldn't have to think of the things that my aching body had been put through during my brain operation, before I had been awfully placed back in my room.

Time and time again I'd been put through this arduous process of having critical brain sugary, yet despite the doctors patronising words of comfort, the pain and trauma of the whole ordeal never did get any easier for me, and even after all this time, I was as scared of the operations as I had been when I first arrived at the hospital, completely naive to all the things they would do to me. Back then, I had stupidly presumed that my healing process would be rather quick and nearly painless, casing me little stress, yet now I knew that recovery came with a drastic price, and most of the time, didn't even work.

I had lost count of the amount of times I had been harshly forced into undergoing the strenuous brain surgery I had just gone through, yet I knew the number was astonishingly high, especially compared to the amounts of times other patients, with memory difficulties such as mine, had to go through the same process. And at least after all their awful stress and trauma, they were rewarded with a cure and permanently good memory. So far, I hadn't been that lucky and despite what the doctors wanted me to think, I knew that the progress I was making with my memory was between little and nonexistent. I had been here at least three years, and nothing seemed to have changed.

In fact, the surgery seemed to work in the alternate way to which it was intended, and after most operations, my memory only seemed to get worse, rather than better. These were the times that I apparently forgot everything, including my own name sometimes. These were the moments in which I was said to be at my most unpredictable and vulnerable states yet, for some reason, it appeared as though I was the only one who noticed this correlation, and Luke was always too busy trying to figure out his next course of action regarding my treatment to listen to my thoughts on the matter. He'd probably disagree with me anyway, even if I did put my case carefully before him and made my thoughts clearly understandable, with real evidence to support my truthful claim. The estranged doctor never seemed to believe anyone was right but himself, and I knew so much better than to contradict him.

Slowly, the agonising pain in my head started to fade away, signalising that the morphine had finally started to take over my system and slowly gained enough strength to override my tortuous pain. I smiled weakly and straightened up before I slowly pulled the covers back and climbed out of my warm bed, shivering a little as my bare feet hit the cold, tiled floor and rush of cold air flew up my hospital gown. I giggled slightly, relishing in the simple fact that I was able to stand up properly without feeling much discomfort. I slowly approached the window and began to gaze out of it, taking in the beautiful sights of nature that I hadn't seen properly for at least three years.

That was what I hated the most about living in the hospital; I never got to go outside and enjoy the sun in all its glory, or get up close to the small, delicate animals that slipped throughout our beautiful grassy expanses of land. I missed all the places I could imagine I used to visit, such as the decorative parks of our small, southern town or the lovely, serene lakes I imagine me and my boyfriend at, where I would bathe in the long grass at the water side, snuggling into my handsome boyfriend as we shared an organic picnic and gazed in awe at the stunning creatures and colourful plants surrounding the pair of us.