My body stirs with the need to wake up. I've been asleep too long.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh. My head hurts so much.
I try to lift my body off this hard mattress, but my body is sore and the bright lights make me wince. Beep. Beep. Beep.
What is that noise? My head’s killing me.
I slowly open my eyes and my body tenses. What the fuck? I’m in a hospital room.
“Kade!” I call out as I bolt upright in the seat.
My head’s so dizzy I nearly fall back. I grip onto the cold steel bars on either side of the bed to steady myself. A nurse rushes in through the door, followed by another.
“Miss, please, lie back.” She puts her hands on mine and I look around the room as she lays me back against the bed. I don't fight her, but I'm scared. What the fuck am I doing in a hospital?
“Where am I?” I ask her as easily as I can.
“You’re at Union Hospital. You were admitted early this morning.” My heart beats faster as I try to recall what happened. But I don’t know. I don’t understand.
“You had some drugs in your system, including rufilin. Can you tell me if you recall anything about last night?”
My body tenses as I shake my head. I don’t understand what’s going on.
“I don’t,” I say as I stare at the back wall.
Is this my freedom? He drugged me and left me at a hospital? Is he gone? Tears prick my eyes. He didn’t even say goodbye.
I begged him to leave, but I didn't want this. This hurts. My heart literally hurts.
The nurse pulls up a stool next to the bed as the other gives me a small smile and closes the door behind her. She seems less anxious now that I’m not trying to escape.
“We were able to identify you from your license that was in your pocket, but could you tell me your name?”
“Olivia Bell.” My voice is even and low. I feel distant. He left me. That's all I can think.
She nods her head and places her hand over mine. I can see sympathy in her eyes.
“You’ve been missing for quite a while.”
Her hand pats mine.
“Can you tell me what happened?” she asks in a sweet voice.
I stare at her, not trusting myself to speak.
He left me. The last thing I remember is him pulling my back into his chest. He held my hand and kissed my neck. And then... he had to go? I don't remember. It's so fuzzy. I can't remember.
“I--” I swallow thickly, but I can't speak. I shake my head.
“It's okay,” she says, and there's nothing but sympathy in her eyes.
“A missing person’s report was filed. The police will be here soon.”
I don't want to see them.
“I need a minute, please.” I barely get the words out.
