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Kalin's POV

My body burned and ached as if I had been doused with gasoline and then set aflame. Though the madness consumed me since Rebecca was out of my sight, some fleeting thoughts of sanity still managed to reach me. I knew I had seen her, could almost swear that she had held me, touched me, and my body had eased from pain into bliss. I almost remember the look of fear and worry on her face; for me, she felt those for me, a man she did not know. How I had managed to keep a grasp on these memories I did not know, for the drug my guards had given me usually completely swiped my memory clean of all events that had occurred. How she had managed to root herself so deeply into my mind was a mystery, but I could not keep a hold of sanity long enough to sort it out.

I moaned as my heeling wounds sent shard of pain through my body, and bit my lip in order to prevent myself from making too much noise. The wounds they had given me would heal by the time that tomorrow came, but I was not willing to risk asking them for any more by making a sound. I was in my room, the window the only source of light in the room as I sat on the bed right next to it. I was waiting for her, hoping that tonight would be one of the nights she came into my sight to play that melody I longed to hear. I needed to have my sanity again, I wanted it, as much as I wanted her.

I had awoke in Rebecca's room with her dozing at the side of the bed, her head drooping to her chest before she would jerk up before dozing again. Then a moment of panic gripped me to find that my straight jacket was not only undone but it was done. Oh god, I could have hurt her. I leapt up and grabbed it, startling her awake, hearing her make some sort of protest about how I should not be up and about but my mind was in turmoil. The drug had dulled my senses, and she did not understand how now, to be so close to her without anything to hinder me, I wanted her with a fierce ache. The last part of chivalry in me knew I had to make sure I could not do anything I regretted. I had been waiting for her for over four hundred years, it was dangerous for me to be free around her when she smelled so delicious, when she was willingly reaching out to touch me. I wanted to feel her, to taste her, but I knew it I made that move now I would chase away any chance I had. Not to mention binding her to me without managing to get away from my captors would do nothing but put her life in danger.

Don't let her touch you. Suck up what you want and what you need and think about her. You have to take care of her, don't do anything to hurt the one thing that will be your salvation. My own thoughts snipped at me, so I jerked out of her reach before she could touch me, knowing it would crumple my will power. I dragged on the straight jacket with quick movements, sudden panic at the footsteps I heard coming down the hall giving me the speed I needed, even with my body hurting. When I indicated for her to do up the straps, she merely blinked at me, as if she thought that maybe I really was crazy. But then the bang on the door made her jump, she made hast to re-do the clips as fast as she could. They continued to bang on the door, but for a moment I blocked her body with mine, leaning as close as I dared, bowing slightly to meet her eyes and inhaling the most beautiful scent I had ever smelled. The warning must have been clear, because her face became solemn and she nodded, and moved around me to open the door.

When she handed me over to the guards she played it out well, acting as if I had caused some problems and they were wasting her time. It was a good move, it guaranteed that they would bring me back, hoping to cause her misery.

I waited, but she did not come to fountain. I waited until the dawn broke, and then I succumbed to sleep once again, my body needing it in order to repair the damage done. I wondered what had happened between me and my Becca. But I guess that would have to wait.

I once again dreamed in madness.

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Rebecca's POV

I handed the blood to Philip, watching as he began to put it into the machine. I leaned against the counter, rubbing my face to try and shake off the strong need for sleep I was feeling. I was mentally exhausted, not to mention my arm was burning like I had stuck it in the fires of hell, and it was refusing to let up, even with the ice pack Philip had given me in sympathy. The events of the day made no sense to me, and everything seemed to blur together into one big smudge, and I didn't know if even after sleep things would straighten themselves out.

The lab we were in was empty of anyone else but us. There was tone of machinery and whatnot, some having little blinking lights, signaling their silent work. Philip was always working late in here, doing experiments on my blood in hopes of finding a way of stopping my body from doing what it was doing. I sometimes came to keep him company, but that was only when he asked me to come in to give a fresh sample. I was hoping Philip could give me another little piece of this puzzle though, because I could not seem to find the pieces on my own.

"You look tired," Philip observed as he plopped down in his rollie chair and rubbed the back of his neck. I smiled, tilting my head back, enjoying the irony.

"So do you. Then again, I am trying to make up blood, and you have not slept in probably over twenty four hours."

"I had some important experiments running that I could not leave alone." he said in defense, though by the quirk in his lips I knew he was enjoying the friendly banter.

"Yeah, well, I had a guy in my dorm room I thought was going to die, so I think mine trumps yours."

"No, because mine could save your life."

"And my actions may have saves his." I hissed, surprised at how I suddenly jumped to the defense on this subject so quickly. I did not know Kalin well, but I was sure as hell not going to let him die.

"I am sorry to say this Rebecca, but I value your life above his."

"I thought Doctors were meant to cherish all life."

"Well call me biased, but I have been with you since you were a baby." our eyes met, neither of us willing to back down on our opinion. Finally, I sighed and looked away, wondering if I was just cranky of if this was something I should worry about.

"Then why did you help me save him?"

"Because your life was not in danger, I and I feel like I had too. That man is involved in something, I can feel it, and I know you can too. The only difference in us two is that I know when not to go sticking my nose in something and you seem to dive headfirst." he paused with raised eye brows when my phone began to ring. I glanced down with a sigh, before hitting the silence button without a pause. "Who is that?"

"Who do you think? My brother demanding I come play for him."

"At one in the morning?"

"Yeah, he has been calling none stop since yesterday. I actually have to silence my phone so I can even get some sleep. But I am sorry I got here so late. I tried to look up drugs that they give mental patients that would cause that kind of affect, but I could not narrow it down." she gave a sheepish smile, her blond hair peeking out from underneath her hoody hood. "And also I had to take a long route since it was so late."

"Well, I am glad you got here safe. And this will tell us exactly what was in his system if you got the blood sample soon enough. From what you tell me it seems like they do not keep him drugged up often, so I am hoping they gave him the drug soon before they brought him to your dorm, and I am also hoping they did not spend too long roughing him up after they gave it to him."

"You have any suspicions?" she questioned with a quirked brow.

"No, but I don't like the feeling I am getting." he was cut off when the machine beeped, and then the printer began, spitting out their results. He grabbed it, studying it for a moment, before his eyes widened and he muttered, "Well, that cant be right."

"What?" she questioned, automatically interested.

"It says here he has large doses of Rohypnol in his system." Rebecca paused for a moment, racking her brain for answers, then her eye brows rose in surprised comprehension.

"Isn't that a date rape drug?"

"Yes, actually, though its proper name is Flunitrazepam, and I have never seen it given in this high of a dosage."

"But you have seen it administered in cases other than date rape?" he suddenly seemed nervous, like he had made a mistake, and edgy.

"Yeah, but, uh, not regularly."

"Why would they give it too him?" she inquired, trying not to push past the edges of his comfort zone. There were always those moments when Philip said or did something that didn't make sense, and she had learned to just let it go and move on with it. Maybe someday she would learn the secret part of his life, but until then she would just have to view him in the same way as she always had.

"To make sure he had no recollection of what they had done to him, I would assume. Or maybe they were hoping in his mindless state that he would harm you in some shape or form." he gave her a pointed look, which she met head on with a glare of her own.

"I will not stop letting him come to see me, Philip. He was worried about hurting me even under the influence of the drug. He is a good person, I know he is, and I need to figure this out. He isn't crazy, he really isn't."

"How can you tell, Rebecca? How do you know he hasn't done something horrible? There are cases of people going crazy and doing something horrific and then snapping back into a normal mode without any recollection or without any remorse for what they had done. How do you know he isn't one of those people."

"Because then I am pretty sure they would not have allowed him to attend a school where he is around hundreds of students every day." it came out snippy, but he fell silent since he could tell that she had a point. "And because I can just tell, Philip."

He sighed, looking away and rubbing his neck, weariness in his gaze when he looked at her again. Then he spoke to her in resignation.

"Fine, got hop into one of the hospital beds in the room next door. I don't want you walking home by yourself at this hour, and the room is empty and will remain so at least until morning."
With a smile she gave him a hug and then moved out of the lab to do as he instructed. As she settled down into the hospital bed that seemed oh so comfortable at the moment, she looked out the single window into the dark night. Propping her chin on her hands that were resting on the pillow she thought of Kalin. Would he remember what had occurred in her apartment? Would he remember the spark when they had touched?

Shaking her head and realizing she was being a fool she set in to sleep, knowing Philip would end up in one of the beds next to her.

The thought made her smile.