Chapter 2:
It has been two days since I arrived on the Carpathia, and I am still in the infirmary. Jeff has been very kind and I appreciate his waiting on me hand and foot, but I would appreciate a little space. I need time to recollect my memories. There is a man next to me bundled up so tight that I can't see his face. And he keeps yelling promise me you'll never let go. I hope whoever he is talking about is okay. I say a silent prayer for him as Jeff brings in my lunch, consisting of tomato soup and a slice of rye bread.
"Do you know anything about the man in the bed next to me?" I questioned Jeff.
"To be honest, all we know about him is that he is a loud sleep talker!" he chuckled jokingly.
I laughed in reply, but I didn't find it funny at all. As the next few days passed my memory about the accident became clearer. I knew that I boarded the ship and I remember every single detail of my room, but most importantly I remember how much I was suffering during the fancy dinners and having to smell Cal's repulsive cologne. I despised Cal even without all of my memories I knew I despised him. Lord, I hope he went down with the ship! As Jeff walked back into the infirmary I asked about Cal and my mother he said they had survived and had gotten a deal to room in one of the vacant first class suites. I pleaded to Jeff that he couldn't utter a word of this to either of them. He said he wouldn't and I breathed a sigh of relief.
At midnight I awoke with a shudder, and realized it was just the unknown man yelling again, but this time it was different. He was calling my name. Surely he had just over heard Jeff say my name, but they way he said it was almost chilling. I started having a flash back, I was on the titanic hanging off the the edge of the bow when a young strapping man told me not to let go. As he was helping me down he introduced himself, but when he said it all that came out was the sound of people drowning. I wasn't able to sleep after that all I could do was try to think of his name. Peter Lawson? NO! John Watson? Definitely not! Jaaa…ckkk Daaaaaawson? Yes Jack Dawson, but why was his name so important? Why did it tug at my heart so?
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