Tall Dark Stranger

Tall Dark Stranger- Chapter Seventeen

Hello fellow humans..... Hey. I know I havent written in quite a while, but believe me, I have my reasons. Besides, I sorta had a writers block on Tall Dark Stranger even though I know exactly how the damn story is going to finish. Sad? Maybe. Do I care? No. I just want to thank everyone out there for reading my story and commenting and voting on it. Makes me feel a little better. Now where were we....?

When I regain conciousness, I can't think straight. My mind is foggy, clouded, veiled in the shadows that frighten me to the brink of panic. I know something is wrong. Terribly wrong. And yet, I can't put my finger on it. I feel scared, along, lonely to the point that hot tears burn behind my eyelids and all I want to do is scream. I try and open my eyes, but somehow I cant. Every single muscle aches. A dull pain seems to spread through my body, the stinging sensation numbing my hands and feet. My every muscle feels like it's on fire, every articulation like it's been ripped out and replaced with shards of glass. Nerve endings feel burning and raw, and even the thought of moving hurts.

But I'm awake. That must count as something. So instead of surrendering to the urge of screaming my lungs out I try and focus on small things. The steady beat of my heart ringing in my ears. The soft whisper of my own breathing. The smell of fresh and clean linen and something else that fills my nose....

And as those little things come into focus, some of the fog that clouds my mind also lifts....

The accident.

I was in an accident. Right? As I try to recall the details, images flash before my eyes. A forest. Broken glass. Shards of metal and glass stained with blood. My blood...? A car, wrecked, steam and smoke rising from the debris. A silver coloured car. My own reflection in the car window as I look i the rear-view mirror.....

Jumbled. Thats what the images are. I can't seem to focus long enough on a single one to try and figure out what they mean. And yet I know there's something I need to remember. Something important. And as the images flash before my eyes I can't recall any details. Just flashes. Images. Impressions....

A sense of fear takes over as one particular image seems to stand out. Mason. The tenderness in his eyes as he smiles at me. I try and focus, but everything seems blurry. Only his face is clear. Was he with me in the accident? Was he there in the car with me? Something tells me he was, but the thought scares the living daylights out of me, so I refuse to hang on to it.

Why was I in an accident? What happened? Was there anyone in the car with me? Was it my fault? Was I driving? I vaguely remember the incident at the restaurant. Rogues. They attacked us. And afterwards....... afterwards I was driving home.... No. Mason. Mason was driving. We were both in the car, talking about what happened. Discussing our next move. And then........

My mind draws a complete blank as I try and recall what seems to be the moments before the accident. I can't. I can't remember.....

And then I hear it. Voices. In my panic-stricken state I hadn't realized it, but now I noticed. There were people near me.....

Besides the low whisper of voices I also noticed an insistent beeping. Startled I realized It was a heart-monitor. Shit. Which meant I was in a hospital. No surprise given how much my whole body seemed to hurt, but still. Even with my keen werewolf senses I couldn't hear what the voices were saying. As I tried and listen to the voices, I realize that maybe I should try and open my eyes, see if I can figure out anything besides the obvious fact that I'm in a hospital.

So I do. With what seems like an incredible effort I manage to pry one of my eyes open. My vision is clouded, my eyes watery and the light that iluminates my room temporarily blinding me. As I inmediately close my eye against the bright light all i can think of is Mason. Where is he? Is he okay? Was he hurt? Injured?