Fear and Loving

Chapter 4: Silence

I awakened to a steady, annoying beeping sound. I don't open my eyes, I knew where I was. I'd spent enough time in hospitals to recognize the sounds and the burning stench of disinfectant and death. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing even, heart rate steady. (as indicated by that blasted beeping)
Staying "asleep" usually deterred people from asking questions. I heard the door open and a soft voice ask "Is she awake?" A rough voice answered no. Oh so he was here with me? He must have brought me here. The soft voice, who I assumed was a doctor or nurse proceeded to tell Argos of my extensive injuries. Some healed, some healing and some still pretty fresh. She told him there wasn't anything necessarily wrong with me apart from the injuries. None of them had caused me to pass out. I had just given up and my body shut down. I could have told them that, but I was "sleeping". He thanked her and she left, shutting the door softly behind her.

"I know you're awake, Ever. You're a great actress though." Of course he knew. I opened my eyes slowly, fearing the bright hospital lights. But the room was pleasantly dim. I didn't have to look far to find him, he was sitting in a chair to my right; not too close. He looked sad and more tired than I'd ever seen him. His eyes were back to their normal hue, though they had large dark circles under them. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days. Wait. How long have I been out?

"Five days." I raised a brow at him. I didn't say that out loud.

"We can sense your emotions remember? It gives us a pretty good idea of what you're thinking." He said smiling wearily.
I cringed slightly. Please don't say "we". It makes this horrifying situation even more terrible.

"Sorry." I would get tired of him reading my emotions eventually, but right now it meant I didn't have to talk to him so I would deal with it. I wanted to go home take a bath and then sleep for the rest of my life. When can I leave; I thought in his general direction.

"We can leave whenever you're ready." There was that word again. I almost laughed. Instead I looked around for my phone, finally locating it on the bedside table; I picked it up and went about scheduling an uber pick up. Before I could confirm it though my phone was snatched from my hands. I looked at him tiredly.

"You're hurt, Ever. Let me take you home and take care of you. You shouldn't be alone right now."
Again I wanted to laugh. I allowed a small smile only. It felt off though, I could tell I looked anything but happy. I probably looked insane, but I honestly didn't care. I reached over took my phone back and confirmed my ride home. I quickly got out of the bed grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. As I walked I heard him gasp. The hospital gown was open; he had caught a glimpse of my back. Ha.

"Ever, I-” I continue into the bathroom. Only stopping once I reached the door, I turned my head slightly to smile at him again. I was losing it. Inside the bathroom I took my time getting dressed. My body ached but that was nothing new. I thought about my situation, no family, only long distance friends, the actual devil for a boss and now he's my mate too. Either there was no god, or there was and he just hated me in particular. There was a knocking at the door, I didn't answer just continued to stare at my hands gripping the edge of the sink.

"Ever. Are you ok? You've been in there a long time. And you haven't said a word since we were back at the office..." Yeah, you'd better get used to that. You may have me in your trap but my voice is my own. I carefully put my shoes on and then opened the door. He stood there looking distressed, but unable to find the words he wanted to say to me. Good, I didn't want to hear his empty apologies anyway. I walked past him towards the hospital entrance. Hopefully I could get some peace...