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Chapter 7

I sat in my hospital room tossing the notebook back and forth between my hands. I pressed my lips together. Should I write about the man I saw and my memory?

I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" I yelled. Aaron walked in, and smiled a bit.

"Hey," he smiled lightly. I nodded in reply. "How's the test going?"

"Strangely." I responded.

"How so?"

"Apparently I have no brain waves," I shrugged.

"You're not worried about that?" He asked.

"What do I have to be worried about? I mean I'm sitting here alive, and quite healthy for the most part." I shrugged.

"Okay... well what's with the book."

"Sorry it's called a data log," I rolled my eyes as I mimicked one of the nurses who was being grammatically correct earlier.

He chuckled lightly, and sat down in a chair. "Okay so what's it for?"

"I'm supposed to record my dreams, and what not. Boring I know. I really don't want to be here right now." I sighed. "I should be out there with Fallen, helping her find, Zane." Aaron patted my hand, reassuringly.

"You'll be out of there soon. Trust me." He smiled. I sighed, and nodded, and stared at the book. "Is there something you should be writing right now?"

"I don't know... I'm confused, my head is spinning right now, and I can't always see straight unless I focus, so I'm going to wait until I think of something important to write."

"Did you tell them about your past condition?"

"Yeah, someone in here knows, not sure who though. I forgot who I told," I shook my head, and leaned back even more.

"Well then at least someone knows."

"Yeah," I frowned.

"Oh my Irene, stop looking so sad," he teased me. I rolled my eyes.

"You've changed a bit," I sighed.

"So have you Mrs. Oh-I-Want-To-Go-Do-Dangerous-Stuff-All-Of-A-Sudden."

"Okay, first, it was not all of a sudden. I've been in police training for almost five years, and I am now a one year detective. So... you can shut you mouth." I replied like a sassy teenager. He laughed and shook his head.

"So... have you thought of anything to write about since you thought you couldn't?"

"Errrrr... no. That was literally two minutes ago."

"And?"

"Whatever... so what do you have as a job?"

"Well I work at Olive Garden."

"Really?"

"Yeah I finally put my skills to good use."

"By skills you mean holding signs and breathing?" I teased him. He glared at me.

"No. I'm a chef,"

"Ooo~. Fancy," I laughed.

"Mr. Lycan. It's time for you to leave, we have more tests to run." A nurse said from the doorway. Aaron nodded.

"I guess I'll see you later?"

"Definitely." I nodded. He kissed my cheek, and left. When he left the nurse came over to the bed side, and helped me to my feet, even though I didn't need it. She walked me to a different room.

She had me sit on a bench sort of thing. I sat quietly and played with my thumbs. Then it snapped into my head. I grabbed the journal, and furiously started to write about the strange dream.

She noticed me writing, but ignored it. When I was done I had taken up seven pages front and back. I set the book aside and leaned against the wall. She came back over, and lead me to a sort of chair thing, which I sat down in. Then she gave me a drug that would put me under.

"Ah you're back." I turned to see the man again.

"Yes."

"Good we can start training."

"Uh... okay? Why would I be doing this in a dream though?"

"Well like I said before this isn't a dream, it's a memory. If we can alter the memory then you will have the skills perfected like you will here."

"Okay." I nodded. The scenery changed, and we were in some sort of boxing ring. He cracked his neck, each pop came with a sickening sound. I cringed a bit, but took a deep breath. "What are we doing here?"

"Well here we are going to be working on your emotions. I'm going to fight you, but you're not going to fight back-"

"What the hell!? That's like asking me to stand in front of a moving car!"

"Not really, plus you'll be fine, you'll only remember the pain."

"Yeah, but I'll be feeling it now won't I?"

"Yes, yes you will. Now whenever I hit you, I want to see a calm expression, no fear, anger or pain. Think you can manage that? I mean you did for a good chunk of your life."

"Okay," I rolled my arms a little, and nodded. "I'm ready." He charged me and I stood calm, and not moving almost like I was dead. I felt his fist collide with my stomach, sending my flying backward. I fell on my back with a small "omph". I looked up, "how'd I do?"

"Pretty good, but not good enough for what's coming." I rolled my eyes, and jumped back up. He came at me again, and punched my in the jaw. I took a stumbled step backward, and rolled my eyes at him. "Much better. You're catching on a lot faster than I thought you would."

"What are you saying?"

"Nothing... it's nothing." He smirked. I sighed and shook my head. "Now fight back, and contain your feelings too."

"What?" I stuck my head out a little with my hands on my waist.

"Just... try it... okay?"

"Sure, okay, I don't know why I'm listening you though, I mean you're just in my head."

"Close enough." He charged me, and went to punch me. I grabbed his fist and twisted his arm so it was behind his back, then I pushing him the floor and pressed my foot to his wrist holding it against his back.

"Was that okay?" I laughed.

*Sorry I updated late. It was the full moon last night and things got kinda hectic.*