CHAPTER 7 – too much…or is it?
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles
Coming in tales
Heads are a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
- Coldplay
Three weeks later.
"So they let me move to my room yesterday and everything's about back to normal I guess…well, as normal as it can be in this dump. The CIA asked about the incident, I couldn't just go and delete the files again since I don't have my equipment and I didn't have access to any computers. But I'll take care of it sooner or later."
"Well, as long as you're alright. B.A. was going crazy, but when I called Murdock and he told me you were okay so far, we were really relieved. Everything's been quiet so far, and the case is closed. You just rest some more and try to get well again ok?"
"Yeah sure, I will, but…Face?"
"Yes?"
"When I'm better, can we go spend some time on the beach? I'd really like to spend some time on the beach…" she felt her thoughts drift off but got interrupted by Face's answer.
"Anything you want sweetheart, now go get some more rest, and tell Murdock I said hi!"
"Uhm, I will, bye Face"
"Bye Jamee"
Then he hung up.
She felt strange, after talking to Face for the first time since the incident. For the first time in her life, she wasn't too unhappy about living in the VA. She had already talked to Dr. Richter and Colonel Redfield . She was glad Dr. Richter didn't say anything about his thoughts of a connection between her and the A-Team. He gave her so much comfort with his words. It would yet again take some time until the nightmares and anxiousness would subside. But wasn't she used to it?
She left the pay phone and made her way back to her ward. Dr. Richter had given her back all the freedom she had before, which was more than extremely nice of him, considering the condition she came back in and her obvious intentions to leave again when called for. The guy was a wonderful human being.
On her way back she looked out of a window, down to the beautifully arranged hospital yard. She saw some familiar faces and she saw, where they always used to sit, under the tree. And it hurt. He wasn't there, she couldn't see him. In fact, she hadn't seen him since that first time he talked to her on the medical unit. She wondered why he hadn't made any attempts to knock on her door and to sneak into her room like he did most of the times when he was nervous about something. Wasn't he nervous about this situation? Maybe he wanted to give her some time.
She was back at her room ten minutes later, not really knowing what to do with herself. The problem was, every time she was alone in her room, this feeling of total loneliness overcame her and she had a hard time not just screaming everything right out into her pillow. But if they'd hear, they'd give her those damn calming shots again and she hated those. She had never felt so lonely, so empty since she had arrived in LA. Was it because she missed them? They had been apart for much longer periods of time…but it was the first time in two years for her to not have spoken to Murdock in 3 weeks.
'This can't all be because of him' she thought, digging her head deeper under the covers of her bed.
Later, at dinner time, she decided to go pay the dining hall a visit and have dinner there. The nurses had brought something to eat to her room everyday for the past 3 days that she was back on the ward, ordering her to eat or they will force-feed her. It didn't help that she was light weight anyways.
When she opened the door, she was expecting to see him immediately, but he wasn't there. After she had forced down some pasta and talked to one or two patients she knew well, she looked at the half empty plate and wondered if he had been in his room all the time. Leaving the dining hall, she wished he'd pull her into some kind of supply room again as he did only a couple of weeks ago. She stopped by his room looking inside the door viewer. She couldn't spot him. Where the hell was he?
It got late and Jamee decided to give it a shot and try to visit one of her favorite places of the hospital – the roof. Where else was a perfect place to dwell in memories, to think about life and to just let the impression of the Los Angeles skyline at night take away all those thoughts at the same time. She thought it was quite dramatic, her opinion about roofs, but everybody has to have some kind of odd meaning about things.
Grabbing her flashlight and a lock pick she made her way up to the roof. It didn't take her long to get there. She wandered to the part of the roof where the parking lot could be seen from and sat down on the ground resting her arms on the ledge.
A Glass of Wine and a stereo would've been perfect for a time like this, she thought.
Suddenly she could hear steps nearby. She grabbed her flashlight and got up, hiding behind one of the air ventilation systems.
"It's me." A voice - his voice, said.
She wandered back to the spot where she had just got up from and slumped back down again, letting out a small sigh of desperation as she did so.
"What are you doing here?" She asked casually.
"I could ask you the same thing." He said softly, while stepping closer to her.
"You know why I sometimes go up here, I told you before."
"Yeah…I know…" He seemed unsure of how to engage in a conversation.
"Better get down here, they'll see you sooner or later." she mumbled.
He sat down about two feet next to her. None of them talked for a while.
"So…we're at one of those points again." She started "Listen Murdock, I'll make it clear. You know how I feel. I thought I knew how you felt and now…everything is…" she had to focus on not starting to cry but got a grip on her speaking "…it's a bigger mess than before and finally, I won't tell you, you were right, because you never were, but I will tell you that…I will not go on fighting for something that will never be-"
Suddenly she felt a pull on her arms, dragging her against his chest midsentence.
"I can't live without you."
"Murdock" She whimpered against his shoulder, trying to pull away but he held her close "Don't make this harder than it already is…"
He released his tight grip and then, as if to make sure that he had her attention, he gently put his hands on either side of her face and held her tight so she had to look into his eyes.
"I love you Jay."
She dropped the tension, stopping to try to push him away and letting him hug her even tighter. She could feel her bruises again, but right now, she couldn't care less.
"And don't you ever think I felt any different throughout this time."
"H.M…."
She crawled on his lap, allowing them to be even closer.
"See, I've been thinking a lot those past two weeks" he started saying "and you know, we can talk this whole thing over again and again and yet it will take us nowhere other than where we are now, right? It's as if we always end up with the same results anyways. We love each other. So…I gave up on thinking all those spooky thoughts about…our relationship."
Her heart skipped a beat. Did he say relationship?
"You know, it's that way. It's not something that can never be, it's something that has started long ago and, the way it looks like, will never end. And it will be tough and drive us crazy and be hard to hide but…nothing will change my feelings for you and I finally can accept that. The sad part is that I had realized this only when I thought I had already lost you…"
She lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him. He smiled his ever so gorgeous smile and she couldn't resist but to give him a kiss. Yes maybe, maybe all of this had started even longer ago than they realized.
"You don't know how thankful I am to be able to say these words to you, I've meant to for so long and when the incident happened…I thought I had to keep this inside forever and it almost killed me. I'm such a coward when it comes to these things, I know."
For a while, they kept sitting there, hugging each other tightly. The awkward tension had seemed to be blown away by Murdock's admittance to their feelings. Jamee felt safe, although she hesitated to believe that this was the last time they'd go through something like this. And who could blame him? After all, she was not legal yet. She was so much younger than him. Their 'home' was a VA hospital and their lifestyle was anything else than that of an average couple. But for as long as they sat on that roof together, neither one of them mentioned anything about it. Just being with each other, finally, was enough, for that moment. After a while they decided it was time to call it a night and started making their way down, back to the ward.
They were in his room. He had let her silently follow him without asking any questions. It was dark until he closed the door carefully and turned on the little lamp on his nightstand.
"Let me look at you." he said, turning towards her.
She had her arms crossed in front of her. Her eyes looking into his at first, then her gaze wandered around the room and stopped at the floor. He came closer, slowly, examining her carefully. The next thing she knew was that his lips had somehow ended up on hers. He kissed her. And he kissed her first. Softly, gently, touching. Like he had the first night they had slept together. They kissed for a while until she realized that the pace suddenly had changed. The kiss had gotten…more demanding, consuming her. She felt as if he was kissing her whole body, her mind, her…heart. And she let him continue, giving back the same feelings that she was receiving. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt, slowly placing his hands on her bare sides, pulling her closer. She winced. He stopped and stepped back, slowly starting to take off her shirt. She let him. And with each inch he undressed her, his eyes got sadder and sadder. The shirt was gone and she was standing in the middle of his room, him looking at her with his painfully sad eyes.
"I hate those bruises on you." he whispered. "I hate each and every one of them."
"They're part of me now. I won't hide what's part of me."
He couldn't hide the smile her stubborn words had brought up in him.
"Even now you can make me smile."
"Ms. Jamee Miller at your service." she joked.
"Come here you crazy girl." he chuckled.
How gorgeous his smile was.
They hugged for a long time. Then he started kissing her again. Her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead. And she did the same.
Somehow they had ended up in his bed. Somehow they both were naked at some point. And all she could remember were those sweet, hurting kisses of his on every one of those bruises on her that he hated so much.
"H.M…" she whispered, the look in her eyes that he gotten to know what it meant by now. That look that said that she loved him, truly loved him, even though she was just a girl with a broken childhood. A person of whom you'd never expect to receive so much love with just one intense look.
"Really?" he asked, concerned about that he might hurt her during what the both of them had in mind.
"Yes." she whispered, kissing his arm next to her. "Yes."
He laid himself on top of her and slowly, even slower than he had done it the first time they did it, lowered himself into her.
Jamee let out a stiffled moan.
"Yes." she whispered again.
He started to move inside of her and soon the overwhelming feeling of the sweet sin they were commencing got the best of him. His mind was blank once again and all he wanted to do was to keep on doing what they did. His thrusts became more intense, deeper, steadier and her arms on his back were caressing him just too good to be true. Gripping, stroking, signalling him that what he was doing was what she wanted as well.
"H.M." she whispered, half moaning.
"Let go baby, relax." he whispered, nuzzling into her neck, softly kissing it, keeping his steady rhythm.
And with just a couple of more movements she came apart underneath him, moaning as quietly as she could, relaxing and riding out the waves of pleasure she received from him, which was his undoing as well.
"I think that was just what I needed." she whispered in the dark, his arms clung around her, holding her tightly, as if he was afraid of her to just move one inch.
"I think I just needed you." he answered.
"As I said…Ms. Miller at your service."
He chuckled into her neck and she smiled.
"I should leave now, the night shift switches soon. Perfect time to leave."
"Ahh…I guess." he answered, the regret in his voice obvious.
He let go of her, slowly tracing the outline of her back as she lifted herself up to sit. Then she got up and got dressed. When she turned around to say goodbye he was sitting in his bed staring at her in the dark.
"See you tomorrow?" she asked quietly.
"Of course. Sleep tight."
"You too."
She leaned down to give him his goodnight kiss. Then she turned around and left.
Jamee awoke in her room. Judging from the amount of sunlight in her room, it must've been a beautiful day. But that didn't matter to her right now. She didn't really care. Because as soon as she had opened her eyes, memories from last night came to her mind. Beautiful memories, making her feel all warm inside. Yet she was unsure if this was all for real. Her mind had been trembling for so long now, that she just couldn't believe last night really happened.
It was time for breakfast and she decided she'd stop by his room and get him to have breakfast together, like they had done all the time before this all…happened.
Passing a nurse on her way she walked to his door and was about to knock but she stopped as she saw another nurse, obviously coming to get him for breakfast, walk by. The nurse at her smiled as she noticed her waiting.
"So you guys are friends again?" she asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh it's just haven't seen you guys hanging around together for a while." she kept on smiling.
Jamee smiled, a little panicked smile, she didn't think someone around the hospital would have noticed their friendship so drastically. They all knew they were close, but she was close with some other patients as well. She just hoped they'd not get any funny ideas…which she knew were actually true but nevertheless – the thought of them finding out anything was very non-desirable.
"We had an argument but now, everything's fine." she explained to the nurse, trying to sound a little bit retarded and hope that she'd leave her alone.
The nurse smiled.
"I saw him when you were in the medical care ward…he just wasn't himself anymore. I've never seen him like that before. He really seems to like you."
"I like him too, he's my best friend here." Jamee admitted.
"That's good." She gave her a smile and disappeared into his room.
A minute later they both came out of the room, the nurse in front again. Jamee kept her head down, not wanting to see the nurse her blushed face as she could already feel him before she saw him.
"Well then, off to breakfast." she heard his familiar voice in her ears, making her excited at the spot.
They started walking and as his arm slightly brushed hers, she could feel last night's tension building up in her once again.
When they finally sat down on their table, the tension seemed to have increased even more. What was happening? She had experienced this before, but – here – now?
"Jamee." A bolt of light flashed before her inner eyes when he called her name.
And for the first time this morning, she decided to look into his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He looked concerned.
"N-nothing, it's nothing. I'm just uhm, it's, I'm not really hungry I guess." had he always been this handsome?
"You sure you okay?" 'Not exactly…' she thought.
"Yeah yeah, I'm good." she grabbed her fork and staggered a bit in her food.
"Okay then…" he seemed not to be sure about how to respond. And she was glad that he would leave it at that. After all she had to face a whole day with him after what happened last night. Shouldn't she be the happiest person on earth now that they at least both had admitted their feelings?
'Maybe it will go away during the course of the day.' She thought.
After they finished their meals, well, at least Murdock did, they decided to go outside in the backyard and enjoy some outside-time. She could feel nurse Angie's suspicious look as they walked past her.
Outside it was hot and sunny, just like she had expected it to be. They were sitting on a bench underneath a tree to get some shade from the California heat. Murdock was reading some book about parapsychology. Her, she had chosen to re-read the catcher in the rye. She loved the book when she first had read it two years ago.
After a while, Jamee sighed. She couldn't focus on it. Not only because it was a rather confusing style of writing but because HE was sitting next to her an images of last night involuntarily invaded her brain mercilessly killing any thought that had to do with Holden Caulfield's Odyssey. Leaning back on the bench, she caught his attention.
"Too hot?"
'If you want to put it that way…'she thought.
"Yeah…no…I can't really focus."
"Yeah, I kinda see you're anxious. What's wrong? Come on, you can tell me." His expectant, boyish face did nothing good to the heat she was feeling right now.
She blushed.
"It's about last night isn't it." He said, matter-of-factly, quickly scanning the area for any unwanted listeners.
Blushing even more, she just nodded.
"Didn't you like it? Did I hurt you? Was it too much? W-"
"NO!" she said, interrupting him and emphasizing on the sound of letting him know that this was not the case at all.
He gave her a blank look.
"I – last night…it was wonderful, the best, it's just…"
She took the book and fanned herself some air. Breathing suddenly got quite a bit harder. She couldn't tell him the truth…wouldn't that make her look like a pervert?
"…it's just, I've been feeling so…I don't know…it started when I first heard your voice this morning and it hasn't stopped. I don't really know what it is, that's all. Nothing to worry about really."
When she looked at him she noticed his eyes penetrating her mind. It was as if she could feel it. She blushed and looked down again.
"I'm sorry, I probably just haven't digested what happened yesterday yet." she whispered.
"Hey, look at me." and as she did he said "We'll take it slow. Take our time. There is nothing to worry about. We'll just keep on going as we always do. But please tell me if something troubles you, okay?"
She nodded and he smiled.
"I wish I could kiss you right now." He whispered, showing his obvious disappointment that he couldn't do as he pleased.
She blushed once again.
"I have to go Murdock, they're painting in group activity today and I have to finish my painting. I'll see you later okay?"
He moved back a couple of inches, unaware of why she had changed subject so quickly.
"Well alright, catch ya later." He said, giving her a small wink that made the tension even worse.
He leaned back and Jamee grabbed her book. She gave him a shy smile when she stood up and hopped over the ledge of the bench, rather than leaving by stepping outside between the table and the bench.
Making her way past the other patients and green hospital gardens, she didn't look back. The atmosphere seemed to have become lighter, clearer and she thought it would be a good thing, to just let her mind drift for a little while before talking to him again. Maybe that was all she needed to do, let her crazy mind drift for a while…
„Jamee! This painting is beautiful!" Her instructor, Ms. Stetson exclaimed as she took a glimpse at her painting.
"Why thank you." she smiled. Yes, it was indeed, a nice piece of art she had finished right in front of her. She felt so much better now that she had.
"Do you like the beach?" Ms. Stetson asked curiously.
"There was a time, when I didn't but now, I do like it a lot, Ms. Stetson." She replied matter-of-factly. Social interacting with "normal" people was part of the instructed courses, but she had only decided to take part in them a short time ago as she was one of the patients who had superior rights and could decide which classes and therapy sessions they wanted to take.
"Well I'm glad you do! This definitely has to go on display! I'll talk to you after class!"
Jamee looked at her painting. She had always loved to paint. And with the help of Ms. Stetson she had produced a real nice painting of the beach. After her gruesome experience of her unconsciousness dream of the ocean and her mother on a beach, she thought about never going to see one beach ever again. But at the same time she had so many fond memories of her mother and herself at the beach. And of course there was "Face's" beach cottage in Long Beach, where she had spent a couple of days before. What was it about beaches anyway? She started thinking about happy times on the beach, with her mother. Mom. She had seen her in her dream or whatever you want to call it and she missed her so much right now.
"Okay Jamee, do you want to sign your masterpiece?"
She turned around a little faster than usual, from the fright she had gotten out of Ms. Stetson waking her from her daydream.
"Oh, class is over?"
"Yes dear, is everything okay?" Ms. Stetson looked concerned.
"Yeah…sure…you can go ahead and take the painting."
"You don't want to sign this? It's your's!"
"No, no I don't." the matter-of-fact tone of her voice underlining that she really didn't want to.
"Well…okay." Ms. Stetson looked a bit confused. "Why did you choose the beach, Jamee, if I may ask?"
"I love places that can hold a lot of mystery, that's probably why." She took a look at the painting again. It really had a strange atmosphere to it. Not really a typical out-in-the-sun kind of beach.
Ms. Stetson laughed. "Mystery? I'm not sure if I can associate that to a beautiful beach like this Jamee."
She gestured at the painting again. Jamee shrugged and gave her a stern look.
"Sometimes, a beach can be a more mysterious place than a lot of other locations you can think of." she said, her face keeping it's seriousness until she finished the sentence.
Then she gave her a warm smile "Goodbye, Ms. Stetson." and took off. Ms. Stetson did seem a bit creeped out. But what did she expect from someone who lived in a mental ward?
Outside the door some patient was struggling with a nurse. Jamee thought she knew him, but she hadn't really seen him that much. What a crazy place this was. She stood there, as the orderlies put him in restraints. 'Restraints…' she touched the skin around her wrist. The marks of the rope had been gone, but somehow it was as if she could still feel them around her wrists when she thought about what happened. Ugh. She had to get out of this place. The beach yeah, maybe, the beach was a real good idea. She watched as they dragged him away and caught a closer glimpse of the man. He must've been in his thirties as well, had dark, unruly hair and really pale skin. His eyes were really dark. Somehow, he reminded her of a crow. Oh well, just another psycho in this hellhouse.
She continued her way to the cafeteria. It was almost lunch time and she knew he'd be there, waiting. Her appetite vanished by the thought of him sitting there, at their table, waiting patiently for her to come join him.
And of course there he – wait. Who is that? It seemed as if slow motion had suddenly been added to all of her surroundings. A woman, a girl, was passing her, staring tentatively in her eyes. It was just a second but she saw it. Beautiful, long, wavy blonde hair and those radiant, caramel colored eyes. Everything was slow, and the girls eyes were almost penetrating her mind. And then, it was gone. She was gone. Passed. And Jamee found herself in the cafeteria.
She shook her head. What the hell was that? This day was getting worse and worse.
"Hey pretty girl." He smiled at her. Her involuntary reaction was the fist genuine smile she gave him that day. "You look pale, well, paler than normal. What happened?"
"Ah nothing really, I guess it's just all the stuff that happened the past couple of weeks. I'm gonna be alright."
"Well I sure hope so." he gave her a meaningful look.
"Sure sure…so you wanna go grab something to eat?" She really wasn't hungry but food seemed like a good distraction from talking.
They went and stood in line for the food. Apparently it was Hamburgers today and some other stuff. Jamee settled for a Hamburger, as did Murdock. He stood behind her, and slowly but surely, the tension from this morning was building up between them again. Couldn't he feel it? Was it only her? This was unbearable. Would it be like this every time they were together now? She'd rather not think what she'd do if it would be…
After lunch, Murdock had an appointment with Dr. Richter and Jamee decided to go outside again. It felt so good to finally be outside again. The warm sun on her skin...it was as if it'd help to wash the black and blue shades, that still covered some parts of her body, away. She decided to go lay down beneath their tree and continue reading her book. That main character really was strange. Strange but misunderstood, she thought. And then, the tiredness kicked in. She was barely able to hold up the book to read it. Her arms were so heavy. As were her eyelids. It was so nice and warm in the sun. She'd just give her eyes a little rest…and after a while it got foggy all of a sudden.
…it's foggy. Why is it so foggy? I can feel it on my skin. It's as if I'm in the jungle. But it's cold. Or hot? I can't decide. I look around. I'm in a boat. A little, old, wooden boat. Where are the oars? I don't seem to have any. I get up to stand but the boat starts shaking rapidly. Around me, all I can see is the ocean. A dark ocean. It's just foggy and dawn is consuming the last parts of daylight. I sit down again and I wait. And wait. The wind is getting stronger. It drags me and my boat across the ocean. I hear a strange sound. A squealing sound. And there's clicking too. It sounds like…I stand up again, ignoring the shaking boat. Oh now I can see them! I can see some whales. They're riding along with me, my boat and the wind. They are singing a song. It sounds as if it's a thousand years old. And it feels peaceful. We're letting the wind guide us. Then all of a sudden their melody changes. It get's louder. It's more distressed, it's almost painful. I hear their loud whistling sounds and it scares me…I know they're crying. But why? Their sounds are so intense. It makes me so sad. I can feel tears drop from my eyes. I can't see them though. I have to put my hands over my ears, because they are so loud! I can hardly hear my own thoughts! It's too much! They're squealing so miserably. But then, there's an abrupt stop of the noise. It's so quiet, I can hear my ears buzzing. I'm worried. What happened to them? I get on my knees and lean on the boats side. I'm smaller than before. My hands are smaller. I lean over the whales are gone. They left. Maybe something scared them away? It scares me. I can hear myself breathing heavily. I can still feel the tears coming from my eyes in a continuous flow. I think I've heard something. But nothing's around. It comes from…underneath the water? I lean over the boat to check. I can smell the salty, humid air of the ocean. I stare, something mesmerizes me. It's so quiet again, my breathing is deep and shallow…And with a loud scream, she jumps out of the water, grabs my arms and bites me, deep in my palm. I'm in shock, I struggle, I want her off! I kick her away from me, back into the water. She screams in anger. I stand in the middle of the boat now and it begins to rock again. And then I see them. There are five of them. All beautiful, with shoulder long hair, swimming around my boat, making it start to spin. No! I want to say, but I can't speak. I can see them very clearly. Their hair is so colorful. One has green hair, one has brown, one has honey-colored, one has dark blue and one has…red hair. They keep spinning my boat, glaring angrily at me. I want to beg them to stop but my voice still won't work. I hear my erratic, shocked breathing. I can't take this anymore! They have to stop! I scream but there's no sound. And they just glare at me. I sink to my knees. And as my tears keep flowing form my cheeks, for the first time I notice that it's blood. It's dripping on my jeans now, staining them a dark red. I rub my eyes and look at my hands. They're covered in blood. The boat keeps spinning. I feel so sick. Please make it stop! Suddenly, I can hear them. Very quietly. They're saying something in unison. It sounds like…
„Jamee!"
She was yanked out of her nightmare. A split second later she realized that she had the worst headache ever. She quickly rubbed her eyes – no blood. Thank god. The fluorescent light from the ceiling made her realize she wasn't outside anymore. She could see a nurse, a doctor and…Murdock. Her Murdock. He looked worried. Then she realized the doctor standing behind the nurse holding a syringe and she quickly sat up and scooted to the back of the bed as far as she could.
"Everything's okay sweetheart, you just had a bad dream." the nurse tried to comfort her.
She glared at the syringe.
"We thought you had passed out and tried to wake you up, when we realized you were sound asleep when Mr. Murdock was carrying you back to your room. How do you feel?"
The nurse put the syringe away and took her blood pressure, then checked each of her eye with her tiny flashlight.
"No signs of any recent trauma doctor."
The doctor stepped in front. She knew him. He had treated her when she got out of the medical ward.
"Good. Jamee, you should be careful, you had severe damage done to your body 4 weeks ago and you're still very weak. Please make sure you get enough rest for at least the next two weeks still. Do you understand me?"
She nodded, not looking at him. She was staring at Murdock. He looked…mad? What had she done? She could hear the doctor talking again.
"Now, I'm gonna give you a shot, it will make you a bit sleepy again but it's good for you."
He held the shot in the air to check it for bubbles.
"No." Jamee said and pulled her arms around her. "You said no more shots! I'm done!"
"Jamee, your body had a breakdown and it needs to be helped with getting strong again. Now come on and give me your arm."
"No! I'm sorry but no way!"
„Don't make a fuss young lady, this is just a little shot!" He grabbed her arm and tried to yank it free from her grip.
Jamee pulled back her arm in no time. She was furious now and glared at him.
"Don't you dare to touch me!"
"Jamee please…" she could hear Murdock. She gave him an angry glare.
"Get the hell out of my room! Everyone!"
"Oh well…nurse?" The doctor gave her a meaningful look. The nurse went to the door and one of the orderlies came in. Well that was it. She was screwed. The guy was ten times bigger than her. Jamee started panicking.
„No, no please!" She tried to jump out of bed but the tall man already had her by her legs.
„It's okay dear it will be over in a minute." The nurse said, trying to sound reassuring. Jamee hated those reassuringly sounding statements of the nurses. It reminded her of…the past too much.
And then the orderly pushed her to lie down on the bed. She freaked.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed. "Stop! Stop you're hurting me! It hurts!" Kicking and screaming, they ignored her pleas and she was fixated by the man on the bed and the nurse held her legs. The doctor held up the syringe once again and her eyes widened even more. It was over. She stopped struggling. Then she looked at the doctors face.
"No pl-please, I don't wanna go back to sleep, please." Jamee was desperate by now. Would she have to endure another nightmare like the one she just woke up from? Or one with her mother?
"Shhhhh." was all she heard, and then she felt the sting and the world around her became blurry once more, as it did so often these days…she wondered 'why?', as she felt the numbness take over her body.
'Why me?'
So...more action in this one yes. I know this one kinda...sorta...drags along...reading, but I still think it's done okay. Finally they consider themselves at least sort of a couple! Wasn't it time for that? Well, we'll see how long that will be the case...forever? Just a day? We'll know soon. Stay tuned and review if you'd like to tell me something I could improve about my story. But please be gentle . Okay, gotta go, thanks for reading you guys, talk to you later ;)