Between Love and Time | Chaelisa

Chapter 5.1

The blond hair girl avoided everyone who entered her hospital room. Rosé needed more evidence that she was in the 21st century. She had to think of a plan. The girl knew she couldn't say where she was from; who would believe her? Five days had passed since she had been hospitalized. Rosé's mental state wasn't in the most incredible shape, not when she heard and saw things she couldn't understand. The doctors didn't check her temperature with their hands, which was odd to her. What did blood pressure mean? What was an X-Ray? One of the things that plagued her the most was how they had managed to trap light on the ceiling of her room without candles and how easily the light would appear with the push of a button.

Every time she was alone, the lost girl cried and remembered no way of getting back to where she belonged. She didn't understand anything in this world. Where was the other woman? She kept thinking of the green-eyed woman who had thrown her out on the street like a piece of trash. The woman hadn't returned even though she had promised Rosé that everything would be alright. Rosé took a deep swallow; she didn't know if she wanted to leave this place called a "hospital." She had a steady source of food and had medical attention 24/7. She was a bit scared when she heard the staff talk about "discharge," what did that mean?

When she settled on her side, finally ready to rest, she felt her room door gently open. An average person would react by slowly looking to see who entered but not Rosé Cavendish. The adopted daughter of the Duke of Devonshire responded by jumping off of her mattress before quickly turning her head.

"Why are you scared, miss Cavendish?" the man who entered calmly asked.

The heart inside her chest beat rapidly. If the man only knew that being alone with a man filled her with terror, all thanks to her father's sexual abuse, however, she wouldn't mention this fact to him.

"I'm a doctor, well almost. How are you feeling?"

His well-educated tone and attitude comforted her. Very few had been as kind as him. The medical staff's main priority was her physical health state and would coldly refer to her as "patient."

"You seem sad." The man said as he pointed to his head and chest.

"If you only you knew what I felt. I don't like being here knowing that there is no place for me to stay once they release me. Sometimes I feel as though I have lost my mind, and no one will believe what's going through my brain. They would think that I wander from one thought to another." She looked at her fingers and stayed silent, not noticing that Jungkook was in pure awe. What kind of school had the girl attended? She had spoken like a damsel in distress from an 18th-century movie.

Jungkook approached her and sat in a chair next to her bed.

"I need you to think and tell me one thing. Where you in an accident? Do you remember your family? When were you born?"

"I was born March 3rd, 1690; I am twenty-years-old and..." She quickly shut her mouth as she saw the man's shock on his face. She knew she couldn't reveal to him the truth. Rosé contemplated a few seconds what she would tell him to correct her slip of the tongue. "What I meant to say, please disregard what I said; I only remember that I am twenty years old and as for my family..." Junkook waited for her response before he made any judgments over her."I don't remember who they are."

She didn't know what the better option was, tell the truth, or go along with one of their theories. If she was shocked, imagine how they would react to the truth. Is that why the green-eyed woman screamed at her so much that night? She closed her eyes, and at that moment, she realized that they were full of tears; her cheeks had rivers streaming down her face. How would she act as she belonged in this era when she was from a different century? What if she really was crazy, and in reality, they had her locked up in one of the mansion's rooms, thinking she had traveled through time?

"Miss Cavendish," His gentle tone grabbed her attention."If you need anything, if you have any doubts, no matter how small or simple it may seem to you, you can count on me. Understood?"

Rosé bit her lip, staring absently at her hands. She didn't know if she could trust the angle-faced man, but his energy felt positive. The way he had spoken to her and others made her feel safe; she was sure of one thing, he wasn't William Cavendish.

"Understood," She whispered, not noticing the concern on Dr. Jeon's face. Nor did she know that the man had spent the last few days searching for any information to help her out. He wasn't lying when he had told Lisa that the medical staff was concerned about the disoriented girl. They had to discharge her, but where would they direct her to go once she was released? Would it be necessary to call a psychiatrist to diagnose her and possibly send her to a mental ward? He frowned at the idea; Jungkook was a Korean man with good moral values and knew what he had to do. 

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Oof, this chapter was a bit heavy on the Rosekook but don't worry, Chaelisa is coming up. I can't wait until Jennie and Jisoo come into the story.  ;)

I am so sleep-deprived, I've been running on fumes. Just a couple more days, and I'll be done with school haha.