“No, he’s right,” Combat tells her, stroking his beard. “You need something on your stomach so I can give you antibiotics and a mild painkiller.”
“I’m going to update Blood.” Ashley exits the room as Combat digs around in his kit for the meds he plans to administer.
“What do you want to eat?”
“She needs something to coat her stomach that won’t make her puke,” Combat mumbles.
“It’s too damn hot for soup.”
“I’ll be back. Stay put,” he tells both of us like either of us is going somewhere.
“So you can’t recall anything?”
“The last thing I remember is waking up here and you. I remember your face.”
“Found you on the beach. Do you know how you wound up there in a wedding dress?”
She glances down at the tank top and athletic shorts she’s wearing. Her nipples visible through the thin white ribbed cotton with a Harley Davidson logo ironed onto the center of the chest.
“Ashley and Combat dressed you.”
She nods. “I know, I woke up during.”
“You don’t have to worry. No one here will take advantage of you or the situation.”
“I just wish I knew what happened.”
“I’m sure it will come back to you. Until then, I need something to call you.”
She chews on her thumb as she glances around the room. “I don’t know my name.” Her voice comes out scratchy.
“Pick something.”
“I-I don’t know. Oh God. I don’t know my name.” Tears slide down her cheeks.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ll find out who you are and where you came from. Until then, you should try to rest.”
“Don’t leave me alone. I’m scared.”
I nod. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She seems to relax when I sit down in a nearby chair. “I could start saying some names. If you hear something that sounds right or familiar, let me know.”
“Okay.”
“Abigail. Brittany. Cindy. Donna. Emily. Florence.” That last one earns me a scrunch of her nose. “Gretchen, Hillary. Imani. Jessica. Lacey.”
She smiles. “Lacey.”
“You think that’s your name?”
“I don’t know. It sounds pretty.”
“All right. Lacey it is.”
Prez opens the door. “Let’s talk.”
I step into the hall, shutting the door behind me. If the hardened expression on his face is anything to go by, he’s about to rip me a new ass.
