"Her pulse is steady. Is the wound bad?" A familiar voice meets my ears.
"The stitching should do." I can feel my eyebrows furrow at the unknown voice.
The talking continues and I try my best to open my heavy eyes, once they are I close them just as quick.
My head pounds at the exposure of such brightness, I groan painfully when my face aches just as painful.
"Rosaleigh?" A part of me wants to open my eyes again but the same part decides against it.
Moaning painfully I use that as my response. "Okay Miss Clarkson I'm going to need you to open your eyes please."
I'm fully awake although I won't open my eyes but I make the stupid mistake of shaking my head making me wince because my brain decides to bang against my skull.
Through my closed eyelids I can see that everything became dimmer, dont ask my how but yeah.
"Now?" Mr Grey asks, I so badly want to go against him but I can tell that wasn't a request it was a command.
I could be in a coma and he would still want to control me.
I slowly open my eyes and this time sigh when the room isn't as bright, beside the two men next to me I notice that I'm not in a hospital but rather a large room.
I would take the time to admire it but my head starts aching along with my face and my eyes droop heavily.
"I know this might deem hard but please follow the light." With no warning a bright torch is aimed at my eyes.
I shut them for a second before opening them and following the blurred brightness, "okay, please answer these questions. What's your name and age?"
"Rosaleigh Blu Clarkson and I'm twenty five." Mr Grey hums for some reason.
"Okay who is the man besides me?" The doctor asks, I don't even have to look. Just by the voice and presence I know him.
"Xander Grey, my boss." Again he hums.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" He asks.
I try to think about his question but my head aches so I hum a 'no'. "No, not really."
"Okay last question, how many fingers am I holding?" He asks, I open my eyes slightly and look ahead of me.
Whatever is infront of me is blurred but slightly visible, "three...no four. Four fingers." I finalize.
After a few scribbles sighing is heard, "she seems to have a mild concussion but nothing major. She must stay in bed rest for two weeks, keep her in dim places, keep her off solid foods for at least a week and she can't fly for that duration."
For a second I actually want to laugh but against my better judgement, I don't.
"Her wounds will heal in time, other than that we're all good." Another hum accompanied but the sound of a door shutting.
My eyes close to shut, I try to sit up but my back aches and I cry out in pain.
Why is everything frickin' aching?!
"Here, let me help." A hand comes on my shoulder gently pushing me forward before I feel the softness of pillows behind me.
"Sir?" I mumble, silence.
"What happened to me?" I ask, why the hell can't I remember anything?
"What's the last thing you remember?" He asks softly, this time I actually bare the pain and think.
"Uh...Uhm? Some bathroom in a club, we were waiting for you to finish your meeting with Pabruzzi I think."
He hums cautiously. "Do you perhaps recall any men with you? One talk blond one and the other with black hair?"
Almost like a old cinematic film everything starts rolling through my head, both hands grip my head when the pain intensifies.
Remind me to never get a mild concussion again, I can't even think without my brain hurting.
"Who found me?" I ask after a few long seconds of silence.
"That doesn't matter right now, you need rest." I want to fight back but I know I have no choice.
And not because of the tone in his voice, well partly.
"Kay." Rattling fills the room piquing my interest, "Take these, they should help with the pain."
I look down at his hand, three pills lay in the palm of it, I open my mouth and he places them in and presses glass to my lips. Gulping down the water, the pills go down my throat then he helps me lay down on my back as I close my eyes in peace.
"If you need anything just press the button." I feel something in my palm.
His hand lingers for a second before he lets go making me frown slightly, I hum in acknowledgement.
He steps away; turns on his heels and disappears out the door. I sigh when I hear the footsteps retreat our of my hearing line, after a few minutes of boredom I'm left with nothing to do but observe my surroundings.
Even through my half shut eyes I can tell that this isn't the room I've been staying in the last three days, the material laying on me is soft and silky.
The room is dark and not because of the adjusted lighting, the curtains are dark, the furniture is arranged differently and the scent filling the room smells so familiar.
I inhale deeply taking the scent in, cologne, smoke, whiskey, after-shave and the overpowering smell of ap–
Holy blueberry pancakes.
This realization has me tensing up, my mind goes into overdrive making me almost cry out in pain.
In and out.
That little chant in my head eventually lulls me into a semi-peaceful slumber.
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