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Doctor Henson runs a few more simple tests, asking me questions about myself and the world, testing my reflexes, and enquiring about my pain levels. When he’s done, I ask, “Why can’t I remember anything past the… the event I was attending?”
“The mind is a fragile thing, Mia.” He gives me a sympathetic smile, just like the nurse had. “When we experience trauma, it is not uncommon to lose those memories.”
“T-trauma. Right.”
Something hovers on the edge of my mind. A memory I can’t quite grasp.
“Will they ever come back?”
“It’s hard to know. Sometimes patients make a full recovery including their recent memories. Other times, they don’t.”
“I see.” My lips thin.
“Mia, what’s important right now is that you give yourself time to heal. Physically and emotionally.”
“Doc…” Bexley warns again.
But I’m too focused on the shift inside of me, the thick, sludgy fear cooling around my heart.
I begin to sweat, my body trembling. My eyes flutter as I inhale a ragged breath while Bexley and the doctor argue about something in hushed voices.
“Mia?” Bexley rushes to my side as I whimper.
“I-I remember… running. I was running. It was dark… so dark, and my feet were bare, and it hurt…”
I can feel the branches sticking into me, scratching and cutting me.
“Run, little mouse.” He snarls the words at me. “Run before the big bad wolf catches up with you.”
I gasp, fisting the bedsheets as my eyes fly open. “Cade. He… he was chasing me.”
An alarm goes off beside me as my heart races in my chest so hard I’m sure it might explode out of me.
“Mia.” Doctor Henson leaps into action, checking the machine. “You need to try to calm down.” He pages the nurse.
“Doc… talk to me,” Bexley demands.
“The stress is elevating her blood pressure. Mia, try taking deep breaths.”
But I can’t. I’m lost to the memory. It plays out in my head like a movie: Cade chasing me through the woods, pushing me the ground and… oh God. Bile rushes up my stomach and I dry heave.
“Sick bowl,” Doctor Henson yells and a nurse appears, thrusting it under my nose.
“He—he… no.No!” I cry as I feel his fingers on my skin, clawing and grabbing at my flesh, his big body caging me to the ground as he taunted me. Hurt me.
“No. No!” Pain lashes my insides as the memories slam into me. Cade pushing inside me, taking what was never his to have. His teeth latched onto my skin. Biting. Devouring.
Destroying.
“Help me,” I cry. “You have to help me.” I thrash around on the bed, trying to get Cade off me.
“Doctor,” somebody yells.
“Push 5mg of midazolam.”
Something cold trickles into my hand. “No, no! Don’t hurt me. Don’t let him hurt me.”
I fight against Cade, trying to push him off me. But then he begins to flicker, the edges of his body shimmering and shifting.
