The stars. She could remember seeing the stars. But not in the sky, she always saw them when she looked into her eyes. Sometimes she would see the constellations and try to name them. Other times she would try to create new ones that she saw within the other woman's eyes. That's the only thing she remembered when she woke.
The soft beeping of a monitor was the first thing she heard. Constant, comforting - but also oddly horrific in some way that she couldn't place. Under her fingers was the stiff, cool fabric of sheets underneath her. Her hand bumped against a barrier that she hadn't at first realized was there. She moved her fingers to scratch against the rigid plastic of the rails of strange bed.
Opening her eyes, she squinted to adjust to the bright, fluorescent lighting that made her feel like a bug under a microscope. Rushing to sit up, she winced, glancing down at her stomach as the memory flashed before her eyes. The sound of footsteps, blurred faces, the burning sensation in her abdomen and the distant sound of sirens echoing around the concrete parking garage.
She laid back, arms crossing over her stomach and turning her head away from the open door. The footsteps startled her, causing her to spring up and let out a small cry of pain.
A pair of hands pressed softly against her shoulders, urging her to lie back again. "You shouldn't be moving, and jumping up like that isn't going to help your recovery."
She looked up at the tall man dressed in scrubs, who was checking the monitors and writing a few notes on the paper. He glanced back at her, smiling gently. He took a seat in the chair that sat near her bed. "Do you remember anything? Your name? Anyone we could call for you?"
She looked at him, slightly puzzled and shook her head. "W-where am I?" She asked, surprised to hear an accent fall from her lips.
The nurse looked as surprised at her accent as she felt. He smiled reassuringly, "You're in the hospital. You were shot. Someone going to their car found you and called the ambulance. Luckily, they found you in time and the doctors got you into surgery quickly. You're going to make a full recovery. "
She looked down at the spot that caused her pain, crossing her arms over the area. "Why don't I remember anything?" She murmured.
The nurse sighed softly and shrugged. "You could've hit your head when you were shot, or there might have been too much blood loss during your surgery. Either way, the best thing to do is to rest. At least for now. When your better, we'll see if we can get you up and around and possibly jog your memory a bit."
She nodded and watched as the nurse stood, smiled and turned to continue checking on the other patients. "I can remember eyes," she murmured. The nurse turned to face her again. "The most amazing eyes. Stunning, you could see the entire universe in them. All the stars, all the constellations, everything." She breathed.
The nurse nodded warmly. "That's great. Just remember those eyes." He said. He left quietly, leaving her to stare out the window into the night.
"How long have I been unconscious?" She murmured. Against her better judgment and the fiery pain in her stomach, she reached over and grabbed her chart, looking at when she came in. "Four days." She breathed. "Does anyone even miss me?"
Cosima paced the room, phone pressed firmly against her ear, faced frozen in an expression of complete desperation. "What do you mean you haven't heard from her?! She took over for Rachel Duncan! Isn't someone supposed to have eyes on her at all times?" She shouted. After listening for a little while longer her face grew red with rage. "THEN WHAT GOOD IS A GLOBALLY RENOWNED INSTITUTE IF YOU CAN'T KEEP TRACK OF YOUR EMPLOYEES?!" She roared. She hung up the phone and threw it across Felix's apartment.
"Oi!" Sarah shouted, grabbing Cosima's wrist and pulling her to sit on the couch.
Cosima dropped her head into her hands and sobbed softly. "It's like she just vanished off the face of the Earth. The police couldn't find anything, not even her car. And DYAD isn't any help either."
Sarah sighed and shook her own head. "Okay, well, maybe DYAD just isn't telling you what they know. They do like to keep things from us, yeah?" She said.
Cosima nodded softly. "Yeah. Maybe they're behind this entire thing."
Sarah nodded. "We'll get to the bottom of this." Her hand grasped Cosima's shoulder. "Alright?" She said.
"Yeah." Cosima stood and grabbed her phone, which had ended up half-way under Felix's bed. She shoved the phone abruptly in her pocket and rushed to the door, unceremoniously pulling it open.
"Oi!" Sarah yelled. "Where do you think your going?"
Cosima had left all her things in the car she had rented two days ago. After Delphine had left, Cosima couldn't get her out of her head, realizing that she was the only woman that she wanted to be with. She had to tell Shay about Delphine. Which of course didn't go over well with the new woman. Cosima had gathered her things and gotten out of Shay's life. She tried to call Delphine numerous times, and began to get worried when her fourth call went straight to voicemail. So she rushed to Felix's and enlisted the help of her sister and honorary 'brother sestra' to assist in the search for the young French woman.
Grabbing her laptop from the car and locking it tight, she raced back up to the loft and entered the password on her laptop.
"What you doing?" Sarah asked, looking over Cosima's shoulder at the screen.
Cosima stayed silent for a while before answering. "The city has cameras for security everywhere, but they don't always have the best security. I'm trying to access the cameras to track Delphine's car."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Well, how long will that take?" Cosima stayed silent. "That question answered itself." She murmured. Cosima didn't answer, she was too busy furiously typing away on her laptop. She was going to find out where Delphine had gone if it killed her.
Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!
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