Sarah was bored. She felt like she was going crazy again in this room, she had nothing to do except go through these tiny pieces of her brain that felt like memories, but could have easily just been part of her delusion. She couldn't get them out of her head. Mr. Gold somehow had a way to keep completely content and her mind in one run, and now that he had left, she felt her mind seemingly juggling the truth in her head. She had these images that kept flashing in from of her face, she was hugging someone, and they were saying in a soft words "yes, and I love you too" She wished she knew if that was really a memory or just one of her delusions again. She seemed to be having a hard time telling reality from not.
Mr. Gold had left hours ago; she had slept, if it could be called that. She tossed, she turned, she tried every way to find a spot that was comfortable to sleep in, but nothing worked. In the end she had just slept with her head against the wall, looking out the window for Mr. Gold to return. She wanted someone to talk with; everyone in this hospital scared her. Dr. Whale had told her the man who shot her was handcuffed to a bed on the other side of the hospital. But he was on the same floor, it scared her. She wanted to leave, to go home.
Wherever home was; the only memory she truly had was of her being in the asylum in the basement, and there was no chance of her returning to that living hell. Mr. Gold had said something about her running a library in town, and some apartment inside. She did have a home, yet why couldn't she remember it. It felt as if her mind had a very large hole inside it, she could feel the blank space. If she tried to push into it, a sudden, painful headache would overtake her, causing her to need rest. She wished Mr. Gold was here, she wanted him to come back.
She closed her eyes, resting her head on the pillow, she tried to let sleep take her over, but the moment she closed her eyes she saw the barrel of a gun being pressed into her forehead, pure terror running through her as she looked into the eyes of the man Mr. Gold had addressed as 'Hook'. He frightened her, terrified her. She could see herself running, trying desperately to escape him as he swung his metal hook at her, catching the back of her dress and….
"Belle, wake up! Wake up, Dearie, wake up!" A voice jerked her out of her terrible nightmare, causing her to jump up where she laid on the bed, a death scream filling the room, her arms quickly grabbed onto Gold's forearms, her nails digging in deep to his skin. Pure terror was all that could be seen in her eyes. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she blessed her dear savior for waking her from that hell. "Dearie, are you alright?" Gold ran one of his hands down her cheek brushing away any tears that fell. Belle slowly nodded her head; her breathing was jagged, uneven, and barely audible. Gold placed himself beside her on the bed, his arm wrapped gently around her shoulders as she tried to get her breathing under control. "Bad dream?"
Belle nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She turned her head into Gold's silt shirt and tried desperately to calm the tears that fell from her eyes, willing herself to stop, grown women do not cry. "It's alright to cry, dear, nightmares can scare anyone into tears." It was as if he'd read her mind. They stayed that way for a good amount of time, Belle slowly getting back to her controlled self. "There you go, feel better?" He rubbed her shoulder, smiling down at her.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Gold. I feel much better." Belle continued to lean into Mr. Gold, it felt better for him to be back, and she felt safe, cared for, and happy.
"Care to tell me what the dream was about?" He whispered sweetly, his lips at her forehead.
"I-it was about Hook, about being attacked by him." She shook her head and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I-I don't feel safe here, I feel like I'm being watched, and not in a good way. I feel afraid." Belle shivered in his arms. Gold hated seeing her like this, she was his on true love, and he wanted her to come back to him.
"Tell you what, Dearie, how about I go and talk to Dr. Whale and see about getting you released into my care. You can come and stay in my guest room till you feel safe enough to go back home. This way, I can keep an eye on you, you don't have to feel so scared, and Hook will never know where you are."
Belle's eyes were full of wonders. Her heart lifted and she grasped onto Gold as hard as she could, nothing would feel safer for her than the man whom had saved her from Hook in the first place. She didn't know why, but she trusted, possibly more than she should, but there was something pulling her towards him, urging her to trust in him, let him take care of her. Her wound was healing nicely, and she knew he'd be a gentleman, he'd been nothing by to her, and she wouldn't mind having company with her throughout the day. It seemed like a win-win. "That sounds lovely, Mr. Gold, thank you. I would love to leave this room; they don't even give you anything to read. I've been going crazy in here."
Gold couldn't help but smile. Of course, Belle wouldn't be happy unless a book was involved. A book, Henry's book, maybe if he gave it to Belle to read it would bring back some of her memories, anything. Though he doubted Emma would be so kind as to help, Henry was quiet fond of Belle, and Gold was sure he'd help him. "Well alright then. I'll go speak with Dr. Whale now, and in a little while you can be soaking in a nice warm bath, get all the hospital smell off of you." Belle smiled and unlatched herself from Gold, allowing him to leave the room and go find Dr. Whale. He was getting close. He could feel his Belle rising to the surface. He was going to get her out of the shell she was in.
No matter the cost.