Okay people, this is the sequel to The Moon Stole the Sun. It won't be as awesome as the last one, but there will be a lot of personal jokes and same mistakes made in this one. If you read it, you'll understand what I meant. You don't REALLY have to read BHT(the moon stole the sun's nickname) to get this, but it helps A LOT.
I winced as the veil of sleep began to lift from my mind. Where was I? What was the last thing I was doing? Oh yes, Desiree… Where was she?
I groaned turning my head and calling out for my closest friend. She didn't reply so I called out again. Again, she didn't reply and a feeling of dread filled my chest. I began to thrash on the stiff bed and felt the tubes wrapping around my wrist and fingers, I screamed for Desiree, I felt as if I was in danger.
I felt a few pairs of hands grip me tightly and a small sting before I fell back into the abyss.
I pulled my hand to block out the light, but found it to be restrained to the side of a hospital bed.
"Ah, you're awake again", an Australian accented voice joked from my right.
I opened my eyes and looked to my right, only seeing great hair.
"Whoa, awesome hair…" I grumbled, I tried to clear my voice when a cup of water was shoved underneath my nose. "Thanks."
He tilted the cup and the water soothed my dry throat.
"So, who is Desiree?" The voice asked as the doctor got up and turned around to grab a chart off of a dresser-thing.
"Oh, She's a friend that I consider my sister", I replied, looking at the tan restraints. "Think you can unhook me? I don't bite… much."
My doctor let out a small laugh turned around. He was great looking! He set the clipboard on my legs and began to undo the Velcro restraint.
"What's your name?" He asked, finishing up the first and moving to the second.
"Tala York, but everyone calls me Taz." As soon as my second wrist was free, I rubbed the red marks left behind. "Where am I? I don't remember hospitals having glass walls."
My doctor paused while he was writing down my answers and information to look up at me with his intense blue eyes.
"Where are you from?" Oh! That accent!
"San Diego California. I was getting ready to visit my uncle in Clatskanie Oregon", I replied, sitting up and adjusting myself so I was comfortable.
"You're a long ways off track", he scoffed. "You're in Plainsborough New Jersey." He marked something on the page. "I'll be right back, I need to put your info into our computer so I can get a family history."
My doctor left the room and didn't return for ten minutes. I sighed and began to fiddle with my hair, I needed a cut badly. It fell to underneath my shoulder blades. I stopped twisting my hair to rub my neck and felt that part of the skin was colder than the rest. I followed to cool patch of skin and found it to be shaped like a crescent.
My doctor chose that moment to return to the room.
"Okay, Tala… I've got an accurate history now. It says here that you are a missing person", my doctor informed me.
"Call me Taz Doctor. And that's impossible! I'd have to be gone a whole day before a missing report can be filed."
"It says here that you've been missing for three weeks. And you can call me Doctor Chase", he hooked my clip board onto the end of my bed and took out his little 'light-stick' to check my eyes. "Did you notice any anomalies that you didn't have before?"
"Yeah! There's this weird patch of skin that is freezing compared to the rest of it", I whined, turning my head to show him the neck and sweeping the hair away so he could see it.
I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he examined it and the image of a mop of brown hair at my neck flashed through my mind. I gasped and pulled away from him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, getting alarmed.
I turned to look at him, tears leaking from my eyes. I don't know why, but I felt like something horrible had happened and I pounced forward, hugging him tightly. I began to sob heavily into his lab coat.
"I'm sorry… I'm so so sorry. It's all my fault", I choked out rubbing my face into the stiff material.
"What's all your fault?" He asked, taking my cheek in his hand and forcing me to look into his eyes.
Another image flashed through my head, I couldn't see the exact features but… it had to be my doctors face. Why else would I had felt love and sorrow pour through me like that if it wasn't his face.
"I…" I tried to pull something from my brain, anything to logically answer his question. But it was just blank. "I… I don't know."
I looked up at his face again and was shocked by the worry.