Eames heard the door to her apartment close, and loud footsteps were heard on the wooden floor, approaching the room she was in.
Strange...
Eames didn't remember Barek having such heavy footsteps.
Barek had more fluid, lighter steps.
But the high fever she was running could have given her the wrong impression.
The heavy footsteps entered the room, moved towards the bed where she was lying, and stopped a few feet from her.
- Caro... Eames felt tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision. You know that without Bobby...
She didn't have time to finish her sentence before the mattress sagged and she felt long, slender fingers brush against her forehead.
Strange...
The sensation was very pleasant.
It soothed her.
But Eames turned away.
Barek wasn't used to this.
For one thing, Barek had small fingers.
Not long, slender fingers like the ones currently stroking his forehead.
And two, Barek wasn't in the habit of stroking her forehead.
She tended to put a damp cloth on it, as she told him, to try and bring down the fever.
So who could...
If it wasn't Carolyn.
Eames was seriously starting not to like this.
- Alex...
At the voice she recognized, Eames tensed, pushed her hand away from her forehead, and flailed around on her bed, trying to get up, and above all, to get as far away from the person as possible.
She felt two hands on her arms, forcing her back against the bed.
- Calm down now.
Calm down.
While Goren was here.
After all the pain he'd caused her.
No, she didn't want to see him, she refused to let him lay his fingers on her.
And even though she'd said the opposite two seconds before.
It was out of the question for him to be there.
It was the fever that was making her delirious.
And so she was talking nonsense, since she wasn't thinking very clearly anymore.
- Leave me alone... She tried to pull her hands away from her arms, but she was much too weak. You don't want me... She screamed, her face red, trying by all means to extricate herself from his grip. You've abandoned me.
Name of God...
Couldn't she stand still, instead of being so agitated.
Goren knew he wouldn't be welcome, but couldn't she see that she was burning up, and absolutely had to be treated.
In addition, it wasn't true what she'd just said.
Not wanting her...
That wasn't true.
On the contrary...
That was why he'd abandoned her.
How could he not want her, when she was the sunshine of his life.
- I gave you everything... And you...
Eames' body convulsed under Goren's hands.
Goren tried everything in his power to hold her down, panic-stricken.
My God.
No.
Everything but this.
Eames wasn't going to die.
He had to stop his body from convulsing by any means necessary.
- Please, Alex... Calm down.
Calm down...
As he...
She felt her body convulse even more, no longer having a clear idea.
Seeing that it was even worse, Goren felt lost, until the convulsion suddenly stopped.
Then, terrified that she might convulse again, he didn't hesitate for a second.
He wrapped Eames in the sheet and lifted her gently into his arms.
- I'm taking you to the hospital.
Taking her to hospital...
And for what.
Eames had no taste for anything anymore.
And it was this man's fault for holding her in his arms.
- No... I don't want to go. And especially not with you.
She had just shouted her words in a frenzy.
Two seconds later, she was convulsing.
Goren couldn't understand how it was possible.
And yet, he should have known that, no matter how weak she was, Eames would always find the strength to scream at him.
In addition, Eames wasn't serious.
She didn't want to go...
But she was really starting to annoy him, rebelling like that.
He was going to have to be firm if she was going to stop this circus.
- You'll do as I say... He spoke in a firm voice, offering no repartee. Whether you like it or not.
At his words, Eames stopped dead in her tracks, looking at him in surprise at his tone with her.
Had she really heard his words.
But he was ordering.
Besides, it was out of the question for her to obey him.
He'd abandoned her, and now he'd come back to take her to hospital.
What did he think she was.
A toy.
Which she would never be.
And if she didn't want to go to the hospital, then she wouldn't go.
- I refuse to go.
So that's how it was.
Madame refused.
But he wasn't going to give her the choice.
For one thing, she was twice his size and thinner than he was.
And two, she was very weak.
So she didn't stand a chance against him.
- That's enough now, Alex.
At Goren's cry, Eames looked at him shocked by so much anger in his voice.
- I abandoned you once... I won't make the same mistake again.
I'm sorry," he said.
Had Eames heard her correctly.
He wouldn't make the same mistake again…
Was it true.
Goren wasn't planning to abandon him after dropping him off at the hospital.
Eames had her doubts.
But a tiny hope grew inside her, hoping it was true.
Still, it was strange...
Eames should have hated him...
Hated him for abandoning her.
But knowing he'd come, that he was there, carrying her in his arms, made her forget all anger.
Good God...
How could she be so weak after what he'd done.
In addition, just because he told her he wouldn't abandon her, didn't mean he wouldn't do it again on the same occasion.
There was no evidence that he was being honest in his words.
He'd done it at the worst moment of her life.
That moment when she was weak and in love with him.
Letting down all the walls she'd erected to protect herself.
And he...
But little by little, she felt herself being lulled to sleep, and all her thoughts evaporated, to be replaced by a deep sense of well-being, and she began to doze off.
- It's not fair... you...
Eames felt so good in Goren's arms as he held her tightly, squeezing her delicately.
But strangely...
Even though she distrusted him.
That she no longer trusted him.
She fell asleep in his arms.