His Secret Bodyguard

Part 53

A/N: So sorry; I meant to do a double update yesterday, but had some emergency health issues and had to go to the hospital. <3

"Alright, alright. Let's just give her some space." I heard the doctor say. Ryan's voice was echoing in my head, haunting my every thought..

"She needs to talk about whatever's causing this, or nothing will change." Dr. Armel stated.. "Yes, I agree. But she's not going to talk about it with you hassling her like that." He replied. "I'm not hassling her. I'm doing my job." Armel defended.

I felt him grab my arm, turning it over. "And, there's another thing you happened to leave out. You didn't tell me she used to cut herself. These are old scars. I'd say maybe five years or so." He commented, turning my arm back over and touching the one on the back of my hand.

My head was still hurting, probably from all the annoying things he keeps assuming.

"We actually don't know if she did that to herself or not." The doctor stated. "Ok... Well, I'd say that's the most likely explanation." Dr. Armel said.

"Well, that's what we thought. But, they're all over her. In places she couldn't possibly reach." He replied. "I see.. Well, nothing's impossible." Armel stated..

"Listen. You aren't from this floor, and you don't know the entirety her case. I'm going to take her back to her room. You'll need to wait a little while before coming back." The doctor said. I felt his hands on my forearms, and he pulled me into a standing position. I felt dizzy.

I heard running footsteps. "What happened?" I heard Jeff ask, and felt his arm gently come around me, helping the doctor keep me standing. I felt a lot weaker then usual, my head fuzzy..  "Well, Dr. Armel was harassing her, and made the same mistake you and I did with grabbing her arm." He explained.

"Ok, again.. I was not harassing her. I was doing my job." Armel defended. "Yeah that's great, go do it somewhere else." The doctor stated.

"Let's get her back to her room." He said. Him and Jeff had to help get me back down the hall. The thing is, when that happens, my entire body seems to react negatively to it. But this time felt more extreme than usual for some reason. Likely a combination of the lack of sleep, the brain surgery and everything else going on.

"Is she alright?" I heard Anne ask. She was somewhere nearby, but my mind couldn't locate where her voice was coming from. "Yes, she's okay." Jeff answered. I felt the doctor slowly let go of where he was holding my arm.

"Okay. Get her bag." Jeff said. I felt it come off my back, and Jeff kept his arm around me. "Alright. Brynn, you're gonna lay down now. And get some rest." He commented. I nodded, and his arm slowly came off of me. He was holding onto my hand, to help me get on the bed.. I sighed, lying down, turning onto my side.

I felt him slide his thumb over my scar, and he turned my hand over. "Is that.." He trailed off.

"Yeah.. Armel thinks she did all that to herself. But, I don't think anyone would ever do that to themselves." The doctor explained. Jeff ran his thumb all the way down the scar, and I whimpered, pulling my hand free and holding it close to my chest.

"Okay. Let's let her rest." The doctor said quietly, and they left my room, shutting the door behind them..

I hated showing weakness. I hated that my scars and memories made me vulnerable. But, the more people found out that I had weaknesses, the worse I became. It's difficult to explain. It forces me to relive all of it, despite having blocked it out for so long.....

*** Two days later ***

I hadn't slept anymore. I did however sneak out of my room and get something to eat from the vending machine in the middle of the night. I also showered last night. I basically spent the entirety of the two days, lying in bed. My headache never went away. Probably due to me not sleeping..