Rain or Shine | Soulmate AU 1.5 |

7

I'm in a hospital bed the next time I wake up. I'm thoroughly convinced that the team found me and rescued me or something similar for a good few seconds before I get a good look at the room. There's no way this is a hospital.

My hands are restrained firmly to the metal rails on the either side of the bed. There's a thick strap that runs over both of my shins to keep them planted on the bed, as well. There's a strange kind of resistance when I try to move my head. I have to strain to see a few wires running down from my forehead in my peripheral vision. I've seen them before somewhere. My head is pretty foggy so it takes me a second to realize that they're leads doctors use in EEG's.

Dr. Raze comes into view with two of the same purple pills as before and her appearance further solidifies the fact that I haven't actually gone anywhere. I'm still somewhere in whatever facility they took me to but just in a different room. I'm not in the pain I was before and I have a feeling it has something to do with the IV they have stuck into my left hand. I also have a worrying amount of medical technology attached to me, but I force myself not to freak out about it.

The lady leaves me alone in the room after administering my next dose of pills. I'm under no illusion that I'm not being closely monitored with all the wires they have me hooked up to, though.

I remember seeing Damien with a jolt.

Damien. God, what a crazy trip. There's a number of reasons I could've seen him, so I don't get my hopes up as I lay and wait even though I'm not sure what exactly I'm waiting for. Maybe for the pills to kick in and do whatever they do. They have to play into what's going on with my head somehow. They might be the cause of the hallucination. They might just put me into a temporary coma for all I know. Damien could have very well been just a dream. I've never had one like it before, but anything's possible at this point. Whenever I got hurt on missions when he was still alive, he was always a solid presence in my mind. The Bond isn't there anymore, but maybe my fucked up head created something as close to it as it could.

I still wait, quite irrationally, with bated breath to hear his voice. My breath escapes in a long rush when it hits my eardrums. A surge of dizzying adrenaline follows it.

"What're you doin' all tied up in this bed, Maxie?" he says softly. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he steps closer to my right side. Opening my eyes confirms the fact that he's here, he's back.

"It's complicated," I quip back. I sound a delirious even to my own ears.

"Let's get you out then, huh?" he says, leaning over the metal rail to unbuckle the strap keeping my arm restrained. He stretches across the bed to get the other one and then the single band across my legs.

I stare stupidly as he brings the metal rail down on one side and offers me a hand. We work together to get me in a sitting position, my bare feet hanging over the edge of the bed. Whoever moved me into this new room also changed me into a god-awful hospital gown, and I try to not be mortified by that fact.

Things get a little weird.

Damien hauls me to my feet and I go easily. There's no pain or strain or wobbling. All the wires that were connected to my head as well as the IV is gone when I look down. My head snaps up to meet his eyes in confusion, but he offers nothing but a grin as an explanation.

"Come on, dance with me," he whines playfully, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into him until we're chest to chest, "it's our song." There's a noise floating in the air around us, and when I focus in on it, I realize that's he right.