Coins On My Eyes //a Calum hood fanfiction//

Chapter 3

"So you are having trouble remembering your past?" He asks, "Just a little." I'm trying to bullshit my way out of this but it won't work. I've dug my own grave, hypothetically speaking of course.

Its obvious that I was lying but Mr. Stippleton just clicks his tongue and writes more notes in his stupid leather bound notebook. I almost want to ask what he wrote but, I don't want to speak let alone look at him more than needed. He stands up and looks at me again and I can feel my body going ridged like I was back in the morgue again before treatment. He walks over to my bed and looks down at me with a neutral expression, but there is a glint in his eyes that some sort of excited fascination and I have to force myself not to look away. If I looked away now it would show weakness, and weakness is something I can't afford. "Listen, Calum, if you want to get better you have to start trusting me okay?" He says and places a hand on my shoulder. I want to retch his filthy hand off me, but I can't. "I'll try,"I mutter.

" I guess that's a start," He chuckles. He gives my shoulder a slight squeeze and then is gone.

I stand up and walk around his tiny little room, because what else am I gonna do? I start thinking about what Dr. Stippleton said and how I should try trusting him. I sit down on my bed looking at the pale blue walls that are now chipping and wonder what really trust is.

The word is foreign but I know I've heard it repeated many times before from someone. I try closing my eyes thinking that maybe that can help me figure out the mess in my brain and where I've heard that word said to me before.

I start to see something, like a foggy memory. I try to focus in on it, as if it's my only chance of being human again, or at least remember what I was like human. I feel myself fade into a sleep like state. It's kinda like last time only, it's peaceful and sweet.

I see a woman with warm eyes and a big smile with a small boy next to her on a bike. She's teaching him how to ride it without training wheels. "Come on you can do it," she encourages him give the bike a small push. "Trust me." She lets go of the bike and the boy starts riding. He's a little wobbly at first but eventually gets it. He has a huge smile plastered on his face with his mom cheering him on in the back.

When I wake up my head is in so much pain I start screaming for the nurse and pushing the red button on the side of the bed that we are suppose to use if we feel like we are in an emergency. And right now, it feel like there is nails being shoved into my brain tissue and then being hit repeatedly with a jack hammer. As a few nurses rush in they try to ask me what's wrong but I'm crying now. From not just the pain, but the dream I had. I don't know exactly why but I feel this unbearable swelling of saddens in my heart, and this constant drumming in my brain.

I blink my eyes a few times and see the nurses lips moving asking me again what's wrong. I somehow make it known that my head is in insufferable pain.
As one of the nurses goes to get some medication and a wet towel, the other tries to calm me down. She sits down on the bed with me, she places her arms gently on my shoulders and pulls me close to her.

I can smell lavender and vanilla and I can feel myself becoming calmer as I inhale the scent of her pale pink sweater.

I end up wrapping my arms around her. I just needed the comfort, and she was there. She rubs my back and tells me that everything will be okay. I've stopped sobbing and just have a few hiccups every now and then, I nod my head and continue being embraced by the nurse, believing what she said.

I guess this is trust.