Hi, my Lovies. I know it has been a loooong time and I'm truly extremely sorry for that!
Sadly I cannot seem to force myself to write long chapters… I wish I could so I could be all like "You have no reason to complain!" but I like my short chapters – I'm sure it has something to do with structural effects (some poetry mumbo-jumbo).
Whatever! Read on, I think this story is finally back on track :)
Bright…why is it so bright? I blinked rapidly and turned my head to the side; squeezing my eyes shut as a headache rushed behind silver ringed eyes. Was I in Doc's lab? Had I fallen asleep there by accident again? I could smell the faint hints of No Sleep in the air, but surely Ian would have taken me back to the room.
He was dependable like that; every time my eyes drooped I'd be flying. No matter which prying gaze was there to see.
"Ian?" my throat felt dry, the syllables came out harsh and strained. Only the rattle of metallic instruments broke the silence. "Doc…"
It felt like the cave's makeshift hospital room, the air was cool; only there was way too much light. The lab was bright from the reflectors in the ceiling and at best, in the afternoon the sinking sun would seep through and brighten the place. Even in the afternoon the small hovel wasn't this bright.
It wasn't right.
I experimentally lick my lips, attempting to ward off the dryness, it's pointless. "Doc," I croaked my eyes fluttered and squinted, well aware of the dancing reflection of my silvery gaze along the roof.
Wait…roof? That can't be right, I move my arm but it stays at my side, heavy and useless. Huh? It shouldn't look like this; the cave is dark and despite the smell of cleaning implements I should have been able smell the stale mustiness that clung to the thick air. I didn't, smell it that is.
This was a real roof over my head, not stone or reflectors. This was plaster and light bulb, something that seemed foreign to me and yet so homely to the mind Pet had left.
Lips trembled in surfacing worry when neither arms nor legs moved on demand. Was this a nightmare? Or worse yet – was I in a real hospital? Have my brethren found me, knowing that I have betrayed their secrets? They'll send me away! To a planet too far away, when my Jamie didn't exist; where my precious Ian could never hold me again.
Fear crawled up my throat like a thick hard button, choking me, forcing me to gasp for air. Frantically my head thrashed from side to side, the world spun, a dizzying blur of white and black.
But finally…a face. At first hope froze my lips, I forced them to my bidding as my silver eyes lightened on the dark head of hair. "Ian!" I cried, louder despite the rasping resonance.
Ianianianian…
The dark head raised, I waited for those endless blue depths to lighten on me, to shine with kindness as they always did. My weak heart galloped wildly as I blinked to fight off the white haze over my sight.
"Ian," the name slipped past my lips again and again, each dipping softer as his face came into view. It would not stop until the whispered syllables were drawn from my tongue in a pathetic sob.
For, to my relief and horror, brown eyes scanned my face in mild disgust.
I promise, I will let you know all the secrets I've kept from you in the next chapter! Like the surprise Ian had planned et cetera…
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