Her eyes were watering, tears streaming down her cheeks, his blurry shadow moving in front of her, making her already upset stomach twist in pain. A keening sound came to her, and she couldn’t figure out what it was.
Was that her?
“Here drink this.” He handed her a drink, but her hands were shaking too bad. He wrapped his hand around hers and helped her to drink while reaching into the back seat for a blanket with his other. He wrapped it around her then set a bag at her feet. Picking up his phone off the dash he dialed and put it to his ear, all the while never leaving her side.
“I need you to tell me how to give her this shot. She’s having a panic attack, looks about ready to pass out and I need her to get some sleep … yes she’s drinking it right now … no I still have a while … Okay.” The drink had helped some, his shadow not as blurry. She could just make out his jaw moving as he talked. She tried to keep up with what he was doing, still wary of him, but her vision was too blurry to make out what exactly he was doing.
“I know you don’t trust me, But I promise this is for the best.” He said, his voice soft but her eyes widened as he quickly slid a needle in her arm.
She gasped as the drink dropped from her hand, but before she could do anything, everything started to tilt, and she whimpered.
Rosita had been wrong about everything.
“Shhh. I promise it’s okay little bird.” The man whispered to her.
Then there was nothing.
For once she didn’t abruptly wake up.
Slowly the tendrils of sleep were pushed aside as reality came to her. She was buried in the softest comforter she had ever felt, the pillows of white set in mounds around her.
She ran her fingers over the edge of the blanket, thinking that she had never felt something so soft. Where her mattress was little more than a mat on the floor, this bed was different. She was almost cocooned, and she didn’t want to leave.
Then the pressing need to pee had her sitting up to look around. There were two doors from the room and one of them was slightly open a crack where she could just make out the sight of a long hallway.
So she headed for the other one.
Once finished she stood looking at herself in the mirror. She had on different clothes. A soft pant and shirt set, which she knew without a doubt were not hers. But they fit her.
Had he bought these for her?
The thought alone was so foreign that she couldn’t figure out how she felt about it.
She slipped out of the bathroom and returned to the bed. Unsure of what it was she was supposed to do she climbed back into the bed. Twisting the blankets in her hands as she tried not to panic.
She didn’t know how long she sat there, till footsteps sounded down the hall. When Marcus peeked his head in the door, a wave of butterflies assaulted her.
She had been so messed up before that she hadn’t gotten to really see him. But now she watched him standing in the doorway looking at her, his big body filling the frame.
She expected to feel a bit of fear from how big he was, but all she could feel was her nerves. She wasn’t necessarily afraid of him, just nervous for what was going to happen.
Not like yesterday.
Yesterday everything had scared her, it had been a roller coaster of emotions to deal with.
