The Truth That Makes Me Cry
Chapter 7
A/N: Plz review! If I don't get up to 55 reviews, the next chapter WON'T COME OUT! You have been warned! Flames and comments welcome! Tell me if I should leave it here, or if I should carry on! Sorry this took so long to come out! It's been like 5 months! Sorry!
Also special thanx to my beta reader, ShadowSorceress! And thanx to all of you who reviewed
Also a big thanks you to Aurora! Who kept encouraging me to write, and also help me banish my writer's block, and helping me with later ideas for this story!
Disclaimer: As usual none of these characters are mine! But a girl can wish!
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"What happened??" George asked Baird as they walked away from the hospital wing.
"I'm not sure, something went wrong."
"There is no need to point out the obvious!! Just get back in there
and help my wife!!" he raged.
Baird sighed. This was turning out to be a very long day.
"Maybe we should continue this conversation in my office. We would
not want anyone to find out about Alanna's state of mind, you know
as well I as I, that some people would try to take advantage of
her in this vulnerable state. She would not be able to defend or protect herself."
George wordlessly followed the Duke into his office. As they sat
down, there were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, neither knowing what to say.
Finally George said, "Do you have any idea about what might have happened to my wife??"
The Duke studied his hands, like they would explain the meaning
of all things important. "I think that your wife most probably
has amnesia," he said slowly. "It must have been when she was
captured, and when you found her unconscious." Baird looked up into George's eyes sadly.
"Is there anything that you can do to help her, and to regain her
memory?" George's voice trembled as he spoke.
Baird sighed deeply this time. "I'm afraid there is nothing we
can do, until she regains her memory on her own. I suggest
you talk to her. See what she remembers; see what is true and what
clearly is not. Take her to see the people she knows. Help her remember."
George closed his eyes trying to stop the tears that threatened
to over flow. However he needed to be strong, if not for himself, then
for Alanna's sake. He could do this, he knew he could. Now, could he
could he talk to his wife?? What should he say?? With a brief
reassuring smile to Baird, he left the room in search of his Alanna.
~*~I was tempted to leave you all hanging here!! But I'm not that nasty!! HeHe!!~*~
As George re-entered the room, he stopped in his tracks. He frantically
looked round the room. Where was Alanna?? Suddenly he felt a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Relax George. Daine has taken Alanna back to your rooms, so she
can get dressed." George heard Numair say. George breathed a sigh
of relief. It couldn't be good for him to worry this much!!
"Thanks for telling me Numair. I'll go right away and see her.
There is much we need to talk about."
George sighed as he walked back out of the hospital wing; moving
as quickly as he could. George just could not help but feel concerned.
In no time at all, George had reached his destination. His and
Alanna's chambers; where they had spent so much of their time happily.
George raised his hand to knock, then stopped. This was stupid!
Why should to knock to enter his own chambers? Hee shook his
head. What a day it had been.
George opened the door silently and stepped into the room. Bracing
himself to face a wife he no longer knew.
As George looked inside the room, he soon spotted Alanna. She was
dressed in a floor length light red dress. The bodice was a darker
shade of red, and the laces were pulled tight, showing a lot of
her cleavage. She looked amazing, but at the same time the image
hurt, because deep down, he knew that his Alanna would never, even
on the Gods' orders, wear that type of dress.
As George snapped out of his daze he saw Daine sat next to Alanna
doing her hair. She was piling it up on top of her head, leaving
a few strands loose to frame her face.
The two women finally noticed he was in the room.
Daine smiled, began to get up and spoke first. "Hello George, I'm
sorry that I took Alanna back to your chambers so soon. I should
have waited for you to return, but I thought it best to get Alanna
back to the places she has been around most. You know, to help
with her memories. But now that you're here, I'll leave you two
alone, I'm sure you have much to talk about. Beside I'm sure that
Numair will start to worry if I do not return soon." Daine headed
to the door. "I'll see you two later!" And with that Daine opened the door and left.
Alanna looked up at George for the first time, since he had entered.
George only needed to look into her eyes to tell she was feeling
awkward. He sighed inaudibly. He missed Alanna terribly, and
he would make sure she was back to her normal self as soon as possible.
"You're my husband." Alanna said uncertainly. George smiled kindly.
"Yes I am. I suppose you are rather confused at the moment. I
tell ye some stories from when we first met, would ye like that
lass?" Alanna smiled. The tension was gone, and they had both
taken the first steps towards Alanna's recovery.
Chapter 7
A/N: Plz review! If I don't get up to 55 reviews, the next chapter WON'T COME OUT! You have been warned! Flames and comments welcome! Tell me if I should leave it here, or if I should carry on! Sorry this took so long to come out! It's been like 5 months! Sorry!
Also special thanx to my beta reader, ShadowSorceress! And thanx to all of you who reviewed
Also a big thanks you to Aurora! Who kept encouraging me to write, and also help me banish my writer's block, and helping me with later ideas for this story!
Disclaimer: As usual none of these characters are mine! But a girl can wish!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
"What happened??" George asked Baird as they walked away from the hospital wing.
"I'm not sure, something went wrong."
"There is no need to point out the obvious!! Just get back in there
and help my wife!!" he raged.
Baird sighed. This was turning out to be a very long day.
"Maybe we should continue this conversation in my office. We would
not want anyone to find out about Alanna's state of mind, you know
as well I as I, that some people would try to take advantage of
her in this vulnerable state. She would not be able to defend or protect herself."
George wordlessly followed the Duke into his office. As they sat
down, there were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, neither knowing what to say.
Finally George said, "Do you have any idea about what might have happened to my wife??"
The Duke studied his hands, like they would explain the meaning
of all things important. "I think that your wife most probably
has amnesia," he said slowly. "It must have been when she was
captured, and when you found her unconscious." Baird looked up into George's eyes sadly.
"Is there anything that you can do to help her, and to regain her
memory?" George's voice trembled as he spoke.
Baird sighed deeply this time. "I'm afraid there is nothing we
can do, until she regains her memory on her own. I suggest
you talk to her. See what she remembers; see what is true and what
clearly is not. Take her to see the people she knows. Help her remember."
George closed his eyes trying to stop the tears that threatened
to over flow. However he needed to be strong, if not for himself, then
for Alanna's sake. He could do this, he knew he could. Now, could he
could he talk to his wife?? What should he say?? With a brief
reassuring smile to Baird, he left the room in search of his Alanna.
~*~I was tempted to leave you all hanging here!! But I'm not that nasty!! HeHe!!~*~
As George re-entered the room, he stopped in his tracks. He frantically
looked round the room. Where was Alanna?? Suddenly he felt a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Relax George. Daine has taken Alanna back to your rooms, so she
can get dressed." George heard Numair say. George breathed a sigh
of relief. It couldn't be good for him to worry this much!!
"Thanks for telling me Numair. I'll go right away and see her.
There is much we need to talk about."
George sighed as he walked back out of the hospital wing; moving
as quickly as he could. George just could not help but feel concerned.
In no time at all, George had reached his destination. His and
Alanna's chambers; where they had spent so much of their time happily.
George raised his hand to knock, then stopped. This was stupid!
Why should to knock to enter his own chambers? Hee shook his
head. What a day it had been.
George opened the door silently and stepped into the room. Bracing
himself to face a wife he no longer knew.
As George looked inside the room, he soon spotted Alanna. She was
dressed in a floor length light red dress. The bodice was a darker
shade of red, and the laces were pulled tight, showing a lot of
her cleavage. She looked amazing, but at the same time the image
hurt, because deep down, he knew that his Alanna would never, even
on the Gods' orders, wear that type of dress.
As George snapped out of his daze he saw Daine sat next to Alanna
doing her hair. She was piling it up on top of her head, leaving
a few strands loose to frame her face.
The two women finally noticed he was in the room.
Daine smiled, began to get up and spoke first. "Hello George, I'm
sorry that I took Alanna back to your chambers so soon. I should
have waited for you to return, but I thought it best to get Alanna
back to the places she has been around most. You know, to help
with her memories. But now that you're here, I'll leave you two
alone, I'm sure you have much to talk about. Beside I'm sure that
Numair will start to worry if I do not return soon." Daine headed
to the door. "I'll see you two later!" And with that Daine opened the door and left.
Alanna looked up at George for the first time, since he had entered.
George only needed to look into her eyes to tell she was feeling
awkward. He sighed inaudibly. He missed Alanna terribly, and
he would make sure she was back to her normal self as soon as possible.
"You're my husband." Alanna said uncertainly. George smiled kindly.
"Yes I am. I suppose you are rather confused at the moment. I
tell ye some stories from when we first met, would ye like that
lass?" Alanna smiled. The tension was gone, and they had both
taken the first steps towards Alanna's recovery.