A HUGE apology to all my fantastic readers for this long ass break that I took. It was just a really shitty case of writer's block but hopefully, I'm over it. Love you all and your support means the world to me! Sorry it's so so so short!
xoxo,
Caroline
P.S. ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!
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MAEVE
"... Ms. Gray?... Ms. Gray?", I hear fading from my ears over and over again. A bright light shines in my eyes suddenly, making me wince. It hurts. Everything in my body aches for miles and miles. Every nerve and every cell in my body is telling me that this is all wrong.
"Maeve... babygirl?" I hear a deep voice murmur from beside me. I know that voice.
The white walls in front of me are boring but nothing else catches my eye so I stay frozen in the same spot, too weak to move and too tired to care.
"She... can she hear me?" The same dark voice says from beside me. It sounds sad.
"Most likely, but I won't know how much trauma her brain sustained during her captivity or with the oxygen deprivation episode she came in here with... it's also very possible she's disassociating. I've seen it happen a lot with... with victims of her kind. Give her time. The painkillers still haven't completely worn off and I'm sure her brain is exhausted."
"Oh... okay", he cracks. He sounds much more sad now. I wonder what happened.
"Mr. Montero... if I could speak with you for a moment. I need to get your official statement for the reports", a third voice says. I don't like it. It's rough.
My head snaps in the direction it came from. It's a short man– he's got a navy blue outfit on and a funny looking hat. And something shinny on his chest...
"You're a police officer!" I exclaim, happy to have figured it out. It was really bugging me; I knew what he was but I just couldn't place it.
"Maeve... babygirl how are you feeling?" The gruff voice asks, seeming surprised.
I turn my head in the direction it came from, noticing him.
He's like a dream. I recognize him, I feel the familiarity in the way he looks at me and they way his voice sounds and the way he sits on the edge of his chair with a hand running through his hair. I know him.
But I don't know who he is.
"Who... who are you?" I question finally, my voice still raspy and sore.
His face falls.
He looks sad and regretful.
"I'm Gabriel, remember?" He asks.
Hot lips press against my own and sparks fly throughout my body as I start to unbutton his shirt. I gasp as my cold hands press against his warm, hard abdomen.
My eyes widen at the pervasive memory.
"You... I", I start but before I can finish, I'm assaulted by another memory.
Suck it you bitch, or do I have to get out my gun and point it at your pathetic ass?
That memory hurts. It makes my head ache and I start to tremble, putting my head in between my legs to stop the pain.
"No... no... no...", I groan as bad things start to flood my head. Rocking back and forth on my heels, I feel a hand with needles pressing into my spine softly stroke up and down my back. The pins and needles feeling give way to a dull spark, making it much more manageable.
"It's okay babygirl, nothing bad is going to happen. You're safe now", he says as he wraps his arms around my shoulders. The shaking in my body stops and I begin to feel a bit better.
"I guess I can come back later", I hear the policeman say faintly before clearing his throat and leaving the room. The quiet was thick in the room before the lady in white spoke once more.
"I want to run a few more tests, and a more detailed psyc eval. She also requires rehabilitation, but that can be done at home by you. I'll have one of our specialists come in tomorrow and show you procedure. Her muscles are weak and she can't eat solids yet, so I think we need to keep her at least another four or five days", the doctor lady confirms as she tosses her gloves into the bin by the door.
Time passes quickly. Lots of people come in from time to time and the other man stays. He holds my hand a lot and asks me too often if I need anything. They run tests and I lose my train of thought very often. Another nice lady comes by and touches me a lot. She moves my arms and legs and ankles and neck and makes him do the same. She says I have to do it every day so I can walk better. I don't walk very well right now. I stumble a lot and my knees always hurt when I do.
I feel like there should be space in my head for stuff... but it's just not there, I know something is missing but if you don't know what it is... there's no way of knowing what it is. They won't let eat and I can't change myself. He sees me naked a lot and it's all very mortifying.
I don't like it.
But I tire easily and welcome the sleep as it allows me to wake up and have it be later in the day. I find that cool.
I ask the doctor lady why it feels like there's a lot of blank space in my mind but she doesn't know. She says it's probably either forced "amnesia" from trauma– I don't really know what that means– or dissociation. I don't like the sound of either and nobody tells me anything.
Other people show up too. There's nurse Anne and these two girls that say we are friends. I don't remember them but they seem nice. They bring me ice-cream and go make Gabriel take a nap.
He doesn't leave the room and it's very weird. I don't really remember anything about him but he told me his name and that we were best friends and that he saved me. He also told me about how I got hurt and stuff so that's why I am at the hospital. It's fine really though because I have lots of snacks and they let me watch whatever I want on the tv and Gabriel's hands are very soft.
"I feel gross, I need a...", I start but blank on the word.
"What's that thing where the water comes out of the faucet, it's not a sink, but bigger–"
"A shower?" Gabriel finishes, sighing.
"Yeah, one of those. I'm sorry." I say, my eyes cast on the floor.
"I don't mean to be an annoying but everybody gets frustrated with me very easily."
"You don't have to be sorry Maeve, things will get easier. I'm sorry that I'm not the most patient person but none of this is your fault, so don't you dare apologize for any of it", Gabriel says.
"O-okay", I reply hesitantly.
"The doctor said I can take you home this afternoon, so why don't you shower there? She just has to do one last check-up and then we'll go, does that sound alright?" He asks.
"Yeah, that's fine."
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The car ride back to "home" is silent. I don't feel afraid, but leaving the hospital with what feels like a stranger is a bit unsettling. But that feeling goes away the moment he takes my hand. I feel the slight reassuring sparks shoot up my arm and everything is alright again. I still don't know what to expect, though. Going back to a life I don't remember is curious and worrisome, and not knowing who I am, in general, makes me uneasy.
But hopefully it goes well, and hopefully, I'm okay.
The moment the elevator doors open to the top floor
I
remember
everything.
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WerewolfMaeve Gray was done. Finished with her life. It was a sob story to end with her dive off a school roof, but when the man of her dreams - literally- comes to her aid, she can't help but break down her walls and fall head over heels. But he has sec...
