The Heart of the Bounty
A fanfiction
Chapter 3: Ingrained, ver. 1
Paralyzed. I'm physically paralyzed for another two and a half days. Jet updated me on this as he administered his amateur physician check-up and diagnosis. My physical inabilities don't bother me right now. I find myself mentally paralyzed. My mind is fixated on those eyes … those fierce yet gentle star-burning blue eyes. I try to shake it off, but those eyes have been imprinted in my retinas. I want to look away, but no matter where I drive my attention to visually, I can only see those eyes.
There was something different, something electrifying about her presence for that passing moment. I know I'm one to dwell on the past, but it's never been as haunting as this. I've been suppressing my longing for my past life for years; I've been suppressing my desire primarily for Julia. I'm surfing a wave of confusion as I'm continuously trying to process that monumental event from earlier today. I've been searching for and pining over Julia, a love long lost and moved on for three years. Yet, Faye can't escape my mind. Her stare was the most beautiful I've ever seen, next to Julia's. God, I never thought someone so parasitic could ever become lovely.
I've tried throughout the afternoon and evening to nap. But her eyes glare at me even when mine are shut. She really knows how to creep under your skin and stay there. I've been locked into her stare for hours, and I can't sleep because I just think about her. I lie and wonder, hypothesize. She could just have a hidden maternal instinct. That sounds almost believable.
No matter what other sounds pierced my ears through the course of the day, I could only hear echoes of her voice calling out to me, her shy humming. I'm eager to see her again, mainly so I can just settle the score. Sometimes confronting something as haunting as this finally gets it to go away. But she hasn't returned to the room since she left me with her sweet, "Welcome back."
Even though I've been virtually asleep for two straight days, fatigue settles in on my body again. In welcoming it, I hope to cloud my thoughts with conscious concentration of calming my nerves for slumber. Instead, thoughts of Faye blend with my efforts to fall asleep. Though these thoughts disturbed my attempts for sleep earlier, they help appease me. I find myself smiling as I slip into unconsciousness, thinking only of Faye and the hopes of a quick recovery.
