Anna's Point of View
I woke up with a start and started slightly hyperventilating preparing for a fight. I felt something cold grasping my arm and I tried to pull it away.
"Anna it is just me Carsile I am checking your IV, calm down I am not here to hurt you." He kept repeating and I stopped fighting him I slowly started calming down and he started rubbing my back.
"Don't do that to me. What are you doing?" I asked looking at him angrily
"It has being 12hrs your IV has to be checked for clogs especially if someone turns and tumbles like you in their sleep. Why can't I?" He replied trying to sooth me.
"Because I have woken up with people jabbing me with needles and worse." I said angrily
"Like what?" He asked
"Oh I don't know, guns, certain body parts, needles contain worse things." I said sarcastically
"You've being raped?" He asked surprised
"They've tried too" I said sourly
"What time is it? How long have I being asleep?" I asked changing the subject.
"It's midnight so you have being asleep for approximately 12 hours." He replied turning his attention back to my IV. I looked at the saline solution and it was almost empty.
"How much longer is it going to be in for?" I ask indicating to the IV.
If you can keep the next meal down just another 12 hours." He replied
"Can I have something to eat now?" I asked him shyly
"Sure I'll ask Esmé to heat up some more broth." He said turning to leave
I blanched "No thank you, if that is ok I have thrown it up too much the past 24 hrs." I said shyly
He nodded understanding "Of course fair enough what would you like instead?"
"Umm. Some crackers please." I said
"Sure." He said and disappeared for a second and returning with some water and crackers. I sat up and took a cautious sip of water eating for it to hit my stomach making sure that I wasn't going to vomit. I carefully nibbled on a cracker and managed to eat all of them without vomiting. I noticed a book on my bedside table that wasn't there before but Carsile interrupted me before I could get it.
"Just so you know, only I have read your medical profile and I have read your first mission told me cautiously and I nodded
"Which one was that?" I asked him
"The one in Europe," He said
"Your going to have to be more specific, I have done lots of missions in Europe." I told him.
He looked at me shocked.
"The one where you where a dancer at a boarding school." He replied and I smiled. It was one of the milder missions I had being on and he would surely get a shock from reading the rest.
I nodded and sat up properly asking him to turn on the light. He frowned saying I should go back to sleep so I started to get up myself. He stopped me and pushed me down gently then turned on the light himself on the way out. I opened the book finding it was old delicate and hand crafted. I started reading and learnt about imprints, first my hand started shaking, kept reading seeing more and more connections between Sam and I. He said all of their legends are real. I heard whispered voices down stairs and someone dialing a phone quickly. My breathing kept speeding up and I was hyperventilating, I was being stupid this can't be true, I vomited up the crackers I had over my bed. I sat up and ripped out my IV causing blood to flow freely down my arm I pulled my kit out from underneath my bed, it was packed with all of my emergency clothes, food and money. I went to the opposite wall to my window, getting a run up so I could jump out of it. I started running and just before I jumped I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around me and stop me from running pulling me back. I didn't care who they where I just wanted to get away from everyone. They sat me down on the bed pinning my arms to my side and kneeled in front of me using their legs to pin me my legs to the bed. I saw that it was Sam restraining me and I panicked.
"Anna stop." He said his voice low and commanding, I couldn't help it so I froze and I stopped fighting him.
"You, book, real?" I said in garbled tone. He nodded.
"Anna, it just means that I am here for you no matter what. OK?" He said and I was still unable to respond.