Dark night of the soul

Chapter 113

*Sarah's POV*
"I'm not going to leave you" a raspy voice says.
I look up at the blurry figure who is staring down at me. "Jess... I...I thought that you were going to leave me. I've never felt that way before. Please never go." I cry. "Oh darling, I love you, I won't leave you" she smiles weakly.
She loves me. She loves me. That means that she is slowly regaining her memory.
Tears of joy fall down my face and I can't help but cry harshly. "Why are you crying doll?" She asks worried. "I don't know" I try to laugh whilst hysterically crying. I bet I look like a bloody mess. (A/N: I'm so British sorry) "I'm just so happy" I continue.

A doctor enters the room. "Hello Mrs Lange, I'm the neurosurgeon, Morgan Wilson. How are you feeling?" He asks.

I can't help but stare at the gorgeous man stood before me. His dark hair was slicked back,  he had dark grey eyes and those cheek bones. The damn boy is perfect.
His eyes wandered over to me and a look of embarrassment filled my face.

"Are you okay Miss?" He asks concerned about my clear look of distress. "I'm fine thank you, tears of happiness" I smile staring him in the eye.
"Nice to meet you..." He says shaking my hand. "Sarah" I say and he smiles. "Right, Sarah" he smiles and walks out of the room.

"Was he flirting with you?" Jess laughs.

"No he was just being a good doctor that's all." I hope that was all.

"Anyway, are you hungry or thirsty?" I say changing the conversation. She nods and I tell her that I'll get her some food.
I walk out of the room and I'm approached by doctor drea- morgan. Doctor Morgan.

"Sarah, hi" he greets me cheerfully. "Hey" I reply politely.

"I was wondering, would you like to go out for dinner sometime?" He asks. I'm take aback. I'm about to open my mouth to reply but he talks again. "Just think about it, please" he says handing me a piece of paper and walking in the opposite direction.
I'm lost for words.. Could he not tell that I was married to the woman sitting in the hospital bed? Or could he not get the hint by the engagement and wedding rings on my finger? I chuckle to myself as I open the piece of paper which revealed his number. Okay then...

Hours later my mother drives me to my house and decides to stay the night with me which I was very grateful for. The first night home I'm definitely going to be weary.

It's 11pm and we still haven't had any dinner so we decide to pick up takeout on our way home. The first meal I had in three days was hospital food. I needed takeout.

Finally I opened the door to the apartment, thankful to finally be home. It seems so odd being here without Jess or the children. Tears fill my eyes again and I cannot stop thinking about where they might be.
My mother puts her hand on my shoulder reassuring me. "It'll be okay Sarah, I'll make sure of it." She smiles and walks to the kitchen.

I help her dish the dinner. I take out three plates and place them on the counter. My mother gives me a worried look. "Oh sweetie" she says taking a plate and putting it back in the cupboard. What is wrong with me? I bow my head. I'm not used to her not being with me.

We sit at the island in silence when suddenly loud banging is heard on the door. I begin to panic. I back away from the door as flashbacks roll around my head of the basement and the men that took us.
"Don't open it mom!" I whisper as she inches towards the door.
She turns the door knob and slowly opens the door, with her shaky hand.