Sorry it's taken so long for this chapter! Still struggling with writers block but thanks to my bestfriend who was constantly nagging for the next bit I was able to write it! ;) Thanks girl! Enjoy :) xx
I glared at the far corner of the room as Derek unwound the bandage on my shoulder.
"You really shouldn't have left this room." He scolded. "Look! You almost pulled out the stitches."
I didn't look and neither did Adrian.
"You can stand outside if you want." I told him. "I don't mind."
He grimaced and shook his head taking my hand in his.
"What am I going to do with the two of you?" Derek muttered.
"When will the stitches be coming out anyway?" Adrian asked, changing the subject.
Derek hummed and huh-ed for a few minutes his warm fingers poking delicately at my wound. I flinched when he poked a tender spot.
"Soon." He said finally.
There was a light tap on the door.
"Hey." I called when nobody said anything.
Ambrose stuck his head in.
"May I come in?" He had already stepped in, he was just being polite and didn't actually want an answer.
I scowled at the man who had tried, and failed, to keep my memories from me.
"Derek please." I whined when he prodded another tender spot. "I'm fine, just a bit tired from walking."
"You were out of bed?" Ambrose demanded.
"I went to see Becka." I answered sharply.
"You shouldn't have been out of bed, you fainted last time."
Adrian's eyes fell to the ground.
"Dehydration." I said firmly.
Ambrose's expression fell, confused.
Derek finished wrapping a clean bandage onto my shoulder in silence. He then slipped my arm into a sling.
"If you're going to be walking about I want you to move your shoulder as little as possible." He explained after I threw him a questioning look.
"Can I go to my own room now?" I asked hopefully.
Derek sighed heavily, " I guess..."
I bounded to my feet grinning and said, "Erica will be so happy!"
Derek frowned at me.
Adrian laughed. It had a slight edge to it though and I looked up to see him and Ambrose glaring at each other.
"I don't think you could keep her here even if you wanted too."
Derek nodded defeated.
"But please Megan," He took my hand and squeezed it. "If you feel sick or you're in pain, tell me. I know you don't like to bother other people with your problems but..."
"I promise you'll be the first to know." I gripped his hand before dropping it and picking up Adrian's.
"Come on." I pulled him through the door. "I don't know if I'll be able to make it all the way by myself." I forced a casual laugh.
He automatically put his arm around my waist and I was comforted... for a minute.
"Megan, wait!" Ambrose called after us.
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A Forgotten Beginning
General FictionMegan was found on the beach at the age of seven with a scar on her stomach and no memory of a previous life. Will her memory return and show her the life she has lost or will she end up losing the new life she has found? Hey :) My name is Kimberly...
