As I heard footsteps approach me I was terrified. I was in an orphanage that was very quiet. It sounded like every person was going to hurt you. These shoes sounded different though. They were quick but calm. Maybe even dress shoes. I heard the door to my room open and I was shocked. It wasn't the owner. He looked different. Kind and warm. He had golden eyes and gold hair. He must have seen my shoe poke out because he tapped it. "H-hi," I stammered.

"Why are you under the bed?"

"Um because," I stuttered. I couldn't help it. He probably was a ruse. Just to lure me out. "Why you here?"

"To see you," he replied calmly.

"Why?"

"Maya," he chuckled. "You can't see me fully can you? So you can't recognize. Where's your light love?"

The way he spoke. Could he be my doctor? Wait why would he be here? "By the door," I muttered. He turned it on and I watched as he waited for me to climb out from under the bed. As I slipped out I could see him. "Hi," I breathed.

"What happened to your face?" He carefully touched a cut above my eyebrow. I shrugged pretending I didn't know. I had fallen down the stairs or rather was shoved and I fell backwards and the lowest thing was a stair so I continued my descent down the stairs rolling down. Ever since then I've limped around and had a cut. It was bad and I won't lie. But I passed it off. I always wore a bandana to cover it up. "Maya I need to get this stitched up." I backed up. Oh hell to the no. I was not going to the hospital. "Maya, that cut is severe. If you lose any more blood it'll be life-threatening. Please," he prodded.

"Fine," I sighed. He smiled and I followed him out and he had to notice every detail. He saw my limp, my eyes shut as I was exposed to the sun, and my lack of balance.

"Maya how long has that cut been there?"

"Um long enough," I answered.

"Not a number Maya," he sighed.

"I'd rather not say," I confessed.

"It's either tell me now or I put you under the gas," he chuckled darkly.

'Darn you .' Yes I don't think or say certain words when I have a conscious. Nitrous Oxide a.k.a Laughing gas was my weakness. Just enough and I'd spill the truth. "I've grown tolerant to that stuff. Remember you've been my doctor since I was 4 and you've done it a lot," I reminded.

"True but I've been using weak stuff. I have the actual potent stuff ready when I need it. The gas is used Maya trust me. I just mix it with oxygen so its effects are lowered. Today it seems it may have to be straight up laughing gas," he chuckled. I ignored him and as we arrived he grabbed the mask and I thought he was kidding, but nope. This is straight up laughing gas. I closed my mouth and tried to not breathe in too much. But it didn't work. I lost myself a bit. "So Maya. How long has the cut been on your forehead?"

"3 months," I slurred out. He smiled in victory and I groaned as he put the oxygen mask over my face again and let the oxygen settle me down. "You jerk," I snapped.

"I said I would use it if you didn't co-operate with me. I followed through," he chuckled. I nodded and he grabbed the thread and needle. "Maya just look over towards my desk. It won't hurt. A lot. The gas still is semi in effect. Relax and this will be over before you know it." As I followed his instructions he was right. I didn't feel it. "There all finished." He threw the last bit of string out and taped my head.

" ." I knew that voice. A nurse that was infatuated wanted him and his attention.

"Come in Marcia," he called. She walked in looking proud.

"The orphanage cleared you. Maya is now in your name," she squeaked. As I covered my ears I looked at him and he nodded.

"Thank you Marcia," he responded. As she left I had mixed emotions. I was 13 and excited to be in a family. Not normal. At least to me. "Are you mad at me?"

I shook my head. "I'm confused. But okay. Just woozy," I admitted.

"It's the laughing gas. You'll be that way for a while. Come on. I'll get you out of here," he chuckled. I looked at him and he had a pill bottle in hand. "To answer because I see your eyes wandering to the pills, they are painkillers. Prescribed ones that is. These ones are stronger," he explained and I nodded. I was now Maya Cullen and I couldn't wait to meet the others.