Page 4 of Thrust into the Light
That seems to get everyone’s attention, and both Agnes andJune walk me back to my room, faster than we walked the entire time. Both of them share looks over my head, which isn’t hard to do since they are a head taller than me or more.
“Honey, how do you know Connor? Is he a person that did this to you?” Agnes ask. Her forehead has strange waves in it, and her eyes look to be shut a little looking at me.
I shake my head at her. HE isn’t here. The male looked nothing like HIM and instead of feeling fear, all I wanted to do was have him hug me. I don’t know how to say that with shaking my head and nodding at her, that I don’t know him. So I do what I am scared of doing.
“I…I don’t knowwww him. I. I. I.”
“You what dear?” Says June.
My face feels hot, and I don’t understand why. It feels uncomfortable for me. Is this my punishment for talking here? Feeling like my face is on fire?
“She wanted to know why I was here in the hospital. She thought I was sick and needed to get the bumps on my arms removed.” Says the same soft voice. As he moves his arms, the bumps on them move and I watch them.Are they going to hurt me or him? Would they hurt Agnes or June?I look at them and they don’t look like they are scared of him, or the bumps on his arms.
“Agnes, can you have them check my blood against hers? Gods, I don’t even know her name! What is your name, sweetheart? And no, my muscles aren’t going to hurt anyone here.” He chuckles. “No, I am not sick. I help out here from time to time. I am a volunteer for the hospital, sometimes I take patients out for a walk, or help people coming in to visit to find the right room they are going to.”
I know I didn’t say anything about his bumps. Wait muscles are what he called them.Are they the same muscles that move parts of my body? Why are his muscles so much bumpier than mine? How does he know what I am thinking? Wait, can he hear what I am thinking right now?Connor smiles at me and nods his head. My face feels like it is on fire again.Why does this keep happening?
At some point during my mental freak out, June had left theroom. Agnes is still standing there staring at us, and she looks like her eyes are going to leak again.
“Honey, I am going to leave the room. Do you want Connor to stay? I want to go run his blood against yours when they are done. If you don’t want Connor to stay, let me know, but I know he would never hurt you.”
I don’t know what to say. Do I want him to stay here? He’s a male. The only other male I’ve had around me since I’ve been here has been Doctor Owens and Agnes said he wouldn’t hurt me, but she also said that Connor wouldn’t hurt me either. Neither male had been alone with me, though.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand. If you want me to come back, just have Agnes page me and I’ll be here as soon as I can.” With that, he walked out the door. Agnes touches me on my knee and turns to leave, but stops.
“I don’t know what happened to you, and I know you’re going to need time to talk about it, but Connor is a respectable young man. He also has the gift of telepathy. He can tell what you are thinking, so we also use him a lot if there is a language issue with patients. He is an immense help to us. June said you are stable enough on your feet to move around your room without assistance, so if you need to go to the restroom while I’m not in here, you can. If you feel you are about to fall or need anything, just say help and someone will come running in to help you. You don’t have to say it very loud. There is a spell in the room that when anyone inside says those words, even in a whisper by a patient, the nursing staff gets a notification.”
Her last words sounded like she was having trouble talking, like she was crying. That’s what she called it, like she was crying again.
Feeling completely drained, I sit down on the bed. I had food, and I got to walk around in more than a small little area, even though I wanted to see everything. It was still more freedom than I have had in years. There are no chains here. The worst thing that happened to me was being poked by the needle that I didn’t even feel.
4
Connor
Why is she here? Who hurt her? How long was she hurt for some of those scars to look like they were years old? What is taking so long for the match results to come back? I know the signs of finding your match. I’ve read about them in numerous accounts from the library. And hearing my fathers all talk about when they first met my mom. All I want to do is walk through that door and hold her and tell her that I’ll never let her go and she will always be safe with me. She is so small. And so frail. Why hasn’t she been eating? Whoever hurt her and deprived her of food was going to pay.
The nurses keep giving me strange looks and I’ve blocked my gift, so I don’t have to hear whatever is going on in their heads. Yes, I know I am sitting outside the door to her room on the floor like a crazy person, no I don’t have any plans on moving, so just hurry up with those results.
Why didn’t she know what muscles were? Why was she so hesitant about being alone with a male? I’m such a dumbass. Whoever hurt her is going to do more than pay, and I’m going to fucking kill him.
I stand up and peek through the window at her door. She is asleep or looks like it, anyway. I don’t know her well enough to know if she is actually asleep or not. Since she went back into her room, the lights in the hallway came back on. There is a note that says the light in the room must remain off. I don’t understand this, and Agnes won’t say anything until the match results come back. Patient confidentiality is such a pain in the ass sometimes.
I really hope she will tell me her name soon, so far that is the only thing that I’ve been able to get from Agnes, that she hasn’t told anyone her name and the first words she spoke since waking up was about my eyes.
I hear my name being softly called from her room. Agnes heard it too, and she nods at me as I push the door in and walk inside.
5
Jane Doe
Each dream I’ve had has all seven sets of eyes in them. And now my green eyes have a face and muscles to go with them! Even a voice as Connor reaches his hand out to my face, brushes his thumb across my cheek, and tells me that I’m beautiful. I feel safe and wanted here. Would he think the same thing outside of my dream world? He wanted to stay with me. He didn’t have the face of someone who wanted to hurt me. Though I don’t know what his face would look like if he did want to hurt me. I also don’t know why my face kept feeling like it was on fire. My entire body feels warm. It’s a pleasant feeling. The blankets here are so nice. I feel like I am wrapped up in a coat from my first home, with the nice lady with the black spot on her face telling me to stay warm outside. That it was far too cold for me to be out there in a sweater. I don’t remember what the man in the other room said, but she rushed me out the door and told me to have fun in the snow and to come back in if I got too cold.
This feeling is nice, and I want to never leave the warmth of these blankets again. Could I take them with me everywhere I wonder? Never again would I have to feel the cold air on my skin, or feel the cold of the knife as it warmed up from my blood.
“What do you mean knife, sweetheart?”
Why is my blanket talking? And why does it sound like Connor?
