He grins widely showing his beautiful white teeth. It lights up his face which is just as beautiful as the rest of him. I don’t know who I am or even if I’m married or have children and here I sit on a toilet thinking how beautiful his man is in front of me. I should be ashamed of the thoughts that are running through my head right now.
“Yell when you’re done.” With that he gently closes the door after him.
I let out a sigh, do my business and just sit there a moment. I need to get my head on straight. I am solely dependent upon this man, this beautiful man. Why the hell am I attracted to him? Maybe it’s the pain medication he has me on that has my brain working in ways it shouldn’t be.
“Are you okay?” Lazarus asks knocking on the door.
“I’m fine.” I squeak out. I didn’t think I was in here that long, but I guess I was considering that he seems concerned that I’m okay.
“I’m coming in.” He warns as he slowly turns the knob peaking his head around the door.
“Can I have a bath?” I ask.
“Sorry not yet. I don’t want your stitches getting wet. Give it a few days than you can.” Again he smiles warmly.
“When will that be?”
“As soon as you heal properly.”
“How long will that take?”
“You can’t rush these things.”
I blow out a frustrated breath. This man can be a bit confusing. “Alright.” No reason to keep up the questioning. I make a move to stand. Lazarus rushes over taking me in his arms once again. He carries me back to the bed lying me down gently.
“I have to leave for a bit this morning.”
“What time is it?” I ask looking out the window.
“Five am.”
That explains why it’s still dark out. “Sorry again for waking you.” I apologize.
“Don’t worry about it. I won’t be long. Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay, I’ll be back before you know it.”
I smile at him as he leaves the room. It isn’t too long until I hear gravel popping under his tires. It’s five am and this man is leaving. Where the hell can he be going at this time in the morning? I lay here for as long as I can. I’m not sleepy anymore and my body is getting stiff from being in bed. Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed I stand, but the strength in my legs give out and I fall back on the bed. Taking a deep breath letting it out slowly, I grit my teeth through the pain.
This time I ease up to the edge of the bed and slowly place my feet on the floor. Working my toes until I feel as if I can stand with some balance. Once I’m satisfied that I can handle the weight of my body; I slowly stand. Legs shaky, I look to where my IV’s are hanging on the make shift stand. I test the strength in my good arm. Grabbing the IV stand I find its light and can be moved easily. I drag it behind me as I make my way out of the room. I have to stop to rest every few steps. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but I need to find out who this guy really is.
Going from room to room, there isn’t much in the way of personal belongings. I get to a small bedroom opening the door. I’m greeted with…toys? Going farther in the room I notice there are baby dolls, teddy bears and lots of cloths. I thought no one lived with this guy. What the hell is going on? No doubt about it this is a little girl’s room. Does Lazarus have a kid and just gets a limited amount of time with her? Or is he hiding her because he doesn’t know anything about me? Easing out of the room I’m just as confused as I was when I came in.
Going to the living room there’s nothing here either to indicate anything personal. The kitchen is the same. Finally coming to a dark brown door I turn the knob, but it’s locked. I try again still nothing. Why is the door locked? Doesn’t make sense. If the guy lives here alone why lock the door? Unless he has something to hide. That is the lonely reason this door would be locked. This guy has something to hide no doubt about it. Looking around there’s nothing I can pick the lock with.
I hear dogs barking? I didn’t see any dogs, so I’m wondering if it’s my imagination. Moving away from the door I limp to the window peeking out. Lazarus comes rolling to a stop in the driveway. I hobble through the house back to my borrowed bedroom. Searing pain shoots down my leg and my arm feels numb. Climbing back in bed controlling my heavy breathing. I feel weak as hell and I’m in excruciating pain. I want to cry out, but I grit my teeth and try breathing through.
Lazarus walks in looking at me tilting his head. He touches my forehead checking for a fever. Sweat is dotting my brow. “You look pale.” He states.
“Not feeling too good.” I lie. That’s an understatement.
“Let me take a look at your leg.” He slips the sheet away from my injured leg.
Looking down I find my bandages are soaked in blood. Lazarus eases the bandage off and I can’t help the cry that leaves my throat. “It hurts so damn bad.” I breathe.
“You popped a few stitches. Did you get out of bed?”
“Only to use the bathroom again.” I lie. I can’t very well tell this man that I was snooping through his house.
“I’m going to have to re-stitch you. I’ll give you something to make you sleep. It will also help with the pain.”
“Can’t you just numb it?”
“I can, but it will be more painful. The area is angry and it’s bleeding.”
“Okay.” At this point I don’t care. I want to ball up and cry like a baby.
Lazarus shoots some medicine in my IV and waits for it to work. It isn’t long until my eyes feel very heavy. “I have a friend coming to look more closely at your wounds. He will be able to help you more.” Lazarus says. The pain is easing some and I feel really sleepy. It isn’t long before my eyes close and darkness bacons me.
I hear voices in the distance, but my eyes are still too heavy to open. I can’t make out the words. Only bits and pieces of the conversation. Fighting to stay awake is a challenge, but I manage. The pain is gone my body feeling relaxed. Forcing my eyes open, everything is blurry. I see images of two people, but can’t make out what they look like. I hate this feeling. I hate my brain being in a fog.
“Hi.” Lazarus walks over to the bed.
“Hi.” I say groggy.
“This is Dr. Bailey. He is a friend of mine.”
My eyes switch from Lazarus to a very tall muscled man. He’s a bit older than Lazarus, but equally as handsome. “You’re going to feel a bit fogged. It will wear off soon.” He smiles warmly at me. “No moving around. You have some really nasty lesions on your legs and arms. No getting them wet. Also you have a very bad bump on the head. Lazarus tells me you don’t remember anything. That’s common in people who have taken blunt force trauma to the head. In these things it could take a few weeks or a year to get your memory back. It all depends on the person really.”
“A year?” I choke out. I may not remember anything for a year. Just fucking great.
“In the worst case scenario you may never get your memory back.”
“Just great.” I sigh.
“I have a friend you can talk to. She may be able to help. Her name is Sylvia.”
I only nod. My mind is still reeling on not getting my memory back anytime soon. Suddenly I hear voices coming down the hall. A child and a… I swallow hard. The most intense handsome man I have ever seen. His blue eyes takes me in, he seems to stop breathing for a moment. Running his hand through his sandy hair which I notice hangs down almost touching his shoulders. His shirt stretches across his chest showing the muscles underneath. His worn jeans hang low on his slim hips. Taking in the little girl that looks nothing like either of these men standing in this room. With her blonde hair and big green eyes, she is the cutest little girl I have ever seen.
“Who is that daddy?” The little girl whispers loudly in the man’s ear.
“I…don’t know sweetheart.” The man replies still taking me in.
Daddy! He is her daddy. It fits him perfectly. “Lazarus. Tango wants a
word with you.” A very leggy pretty woman walks in the room. She stops takes me in then looks to the guy with the little girl. Uh oh could this be the wife. Wouldn’t you know it all the handsome ones are taken. What the hell am I thinking? I am in no shape to be thinking about things like this.
“Lazarus want to share?” The lady asks? Looking over to Lazarus.
“Well I…found her.”
“Found her?” The guy with the little girls chokes out.
The woman looks at Lazarus then back to the mystery man with the kid. She raises a perfect manicured eyebrow. “Do all of you bring in strays? Last week it was you, now it’s Lazarus.”
“Okay, all of you out.” Dr. Bailey, I think is his name, says.
“Sylvia I need a word with you?” The Dr. points toward the door way.
“Daddy. She is hurt.” The little girl whispers to the man.
“Come on. She needs her rest.” The man carries the little girl from the room, but not before he looks over his shoulder at me one more time. A shiver stills over me at how sexy this man is.
Strays? The woman’s voice echoes in my head. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Dr. Bailey comes back in the room a few moments later. “Sorry about that. This is Sylvia she is a therapist she can help you get your memory back, or at least try anyway.” Dr. Bailey gestures toward the woman that had called me a stray. I nod toward her. She acknowledges me in return. “I’ll leave you two alone. Yell if you need anything.”
Sylvia waits for Dr. Bailey to leave the room before she says anything. “Hi.” She greets me kindly.
“Hi.” I respond.
“Dr. Bailey has somewhat filled me in on what has happened. Do you remember anything at all?”
“Nothing. I have no idea how I got here or why.”
She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. “I should apologize for the outburst I had earlier. I didn’t in no way mean you were a stray. Things have been -- stressful around here lately.”
“Apology accepted.” I smile.
“Okay. So Dr. Bailey tells me you have a huge lump on your head, which he thinks may be related to your memory loss. We can undergo some techniques that might help you regain your memory. I must warn you that it isn’t one hundred percent. In most cases people regain bits and pieces of information. It will get frustrating, but don’t give up.”
“Okay.”
“We won’t start today. I want you healed first. It can be draining and your body is still fragile. I don’t want you stressing out over anything.”
“How certain are you that my memory will come back by trying your…techniques?”
“We won’t know anything definite until we get started on your sessions.”
I roll this over in my mind. At this point I’m willing to try anything to get my memory back. How long am I even going to be here? I already feel frustrated and I haven’t even started. “Okay.” What else can I say?
“Good. Rest up. The guys will take care of you.”
“Guys?”
“Lazarus and Ty.” She doesn’t elaborate anymore.
Chapter 13
Okay they must be lovers then. So this woman standing in front of me isn’t the wife. Maybe the guys adopted the little girl. Makes sense. She walks around the room looking out the window. I have a feeling she wants to say more. The tension is coming off her in waves. “I would like to get started as soon as possible.” I break the silence.
She turns abruptly. “We can start next week. I would rather for you to heal a little longer though. But I can see that you are determined. If I were in your situation I would want the same.”
“Sounds good.”
“Well then I’ll see you next week.” She smiles walking out of the room.
I watch as she leaves. The woman screams elegance and confidence. I feel a little intimidated by her. I don’t know why. Hell I don’t even know who the hell I am so there’s no reason to feel that way. I hear her talking to someone. I’m not sure who. The voice is deep and I don’t recognize it being Lazarus or the mystery man with the little girl or the Dr.
Dr. Bailey pokes his head around the door. “Hey do you need anything?”
“No I’m fine.”
“Okay. Lunch will be ready soon.” He smile closing the door behind him.
All I want to do is remember who the hell I am and I’m starting to wonder about these people. Who the hell are they? I have a feeling they are more than your ordinary citizens who do good deeds. They seem to accept me as if they do one of their own. Which is confusing as hell. First Lazarus, then the dr. now Sylvia. I really haven’t talked to the mystery man yet. So I’m not sure about him. My mind swirls around all the questions and I know no one can answer them for me. My eyes grow heavy and I find myself falling back to sleep.
“Hey. Wake up.” I small voice whispers.
Cracking my eyes open I find the little girl with blonde hair looking at me. “Hi.”
“Did the bad guys hurt you too?”
What an odd question coming from a little girl. “What’s your name?” I ask instead of answering her question.
“Sara. What’s yours?”
“That’s a pretty name.” Again I don’t answer because I don’t know. How do you tell a child you can’t remember anything and have them understand?
“Sara?” The mystery man pokes his head around the door. Finding the little girl he walks all the way in the room. “Sweetie you can’t be bothering her.” The man says gently to Sara.
“But the bad guys hurt her too.”
The mystery man raises his brows in question at me. I would shrug, but I’m kind of immobile at the moment. So I give him small smile. “I don’t know.”
“Come on munchkin. Lunch is ready and we have a long drive home.”
“She can stay.” I blurt out. I don’t know why.
“Can I daddy?”
“I’m sorry. She usually doesn’t like strangers. I…” He trails off.
“It’s fine.” Just admit it you like looking at him. Yeah I do. Until he sets his blues eyes upon me, then I want to turn away. It hurts to look at him. If that makes any sense. Lately nothing makes sense. So this wouldn’t be any different.
“No, you should rest.”
“I think I’m all rested out.” I go for a small chuckle.
The guy seems nervous around me which is odd, considering he is huge as a tree. “Dr. Bailey’s orders.” He smiles kindly.
“I think the Dr. needs to lighten up.” I tease.
“By the way, I’m Ty.” He introduces himself. Raking those large hands through his hair.
It looks as soft as a kitten. I inwardly groan at my reaction. “Nice to meet you.”
“Daddy can I please stay just for a minute?” The little girl breaks in. Why the hell is she whispering? Everything about these people are odd. Maybe I’m the odd one. Hell I don’t know anymore.
“Only for a minute.” He kisses the top of her head. This guy really loves this little girl.
Sara climbs on the bed being careful not to touch me. “Do you like to play tea party?” She asks.
“Sara honey you can’t sit up there. Come here.” Ty pulls over a chair for Sara to sit in.
“But…”
“Shh… come on.” Ty lifts her off the bed placing her in the chair.
“Do you have a tea set?” I ask her. She smiles from ear to ear jumping off the chair running out the door.
“Sorry about that. She seems to really like you.”
“No need to be sorry. I need the distraction.” I smile looking anywhere but into his beautiful eyes.
“I still can’t believe she has taken to you so quickly.”
“She is a treasure that’s for sure.”
“Yeah.” He seems lost in thought for a moment.
“Here.” Sara comes back in the room. Placing her tea cups and little dishes on the foot of the bed.
“How pretty.” I smile.
“Daddy bought them for me. Mango and Silve
r took me to get them.”
“Mango and Sliver?” I ask confused.
“It’s a long story. Maybe I can tell you about it sometime.”
“That would be nice.” My heart rate spikes and I don’t know why. This man is overwhelming.
“How old are you Sara?” I ask.
“Six.”
“Wow.”
“We all thought she was seven at first.”
Huh? Nothing makes sense. I let it pass just because trying to figure it out makes my head hurt. Sara continues to place the cups in the saucers. “We don’t have real tea because Azarus doesn’t have any. Daddy says when we go home we can buy some.”
“Sounds like that is going to be loads of fun.”
Sara smiles then hands me an empty cup with a saucer. “Hold it like this.” She pulls out my pinky just so.
“Oh like this?” I ask.
“Ty. Got a minute?” A strange man sticks his head around the door opening. Must have been the one I heard talking earlier.
“Be back one second.” He smiles that beautiful straight tooth white smile.
I can’t believe I’m attracted to him. Yeah just like I was attracted to Lazarus and the Dr. I have no business to be. Only with Ty it feels different then the attraction I have to the other men. The attraction to Lazarus and the Doc is more of a rescuer then out right attraction I have to Ty. I focus on Sara that is safe. I will analyze everything else later when I’m alone and can think properly.
“What’s your name?” Sara asks for the second time.
“I don’t remember.” I answer truthfully.
“Why?”
“I hit my head.” There’s no right or wrong way to tell her so I go for the truth or what I think is the truth.
“Oh.”
We play for a few more minutes laughing and giggling. She doing more of the laughing than I am. Just for the fact that when I laugh it hurts. “Do you have any sisters or brothers, Sara?” I ask.
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