We own the night

Chapter 26

Trapped

Roxanne

I slowly opened my eyes again. Anyhow, this time instead of the endless darkness and cold, I saw a bright light which blinded me for a second and felt the warmness of a bed. After a couple of seconds I heard voices calling my name... My real name!

- Roxy! - Clarissa cried and I forced myself to open my eyes. She immediately squeaked and hugged me. Someone behind her said.

- Give her space to breath! - Clarissa kept hugging me until a smiling Rico slowly unwrapped her off of me. I chuckled, or at least I thought. Rico and Clarissa looked at me with worry. I lifted an eyebrow and opened my mouth to ask them what was wrong but when I tried that, panic overtook me. No sound was able to leave my mouth. I heard the violent beeping of the machines in the room. I was in a Hospital but I couldn't remember how I ended up here. The scent of medications and disinfectants filled the room. Only then I noticed that I was infused and connected to machines. A doctor walked to me.

- Roxanne, we need you to stay calm. Take deep, slow breaths. In and out... - he said. Instead, my breathing only got faster, when Jeremy rushed into the room, with his eyes black as the night sky and pushed everyone away from me. He growled loudly and I felt dizzy. I blacked out and cursed myself mentally for doing it so. Something shitty happened to me and I was aware of it, yet my own body decided to shut down at the slightest sign of danger. When I came back to my senses, Clarissa was frowning at Jeremy who was standing at the other side of the bed and talked with the doctor.

- Is this what you mentioned? - he asked and the doctor nodded. Jeremy caressed his temple and I could tell he was frustrated. Rico stepped to him resting a hand on his shoulder.

- This wasn't your fault. - he said and I got more confused.

- How could you tell that?! - Clarissa asked angrily.

- This is all his fault! For being stubborn and stupid! - I wanted to scream to ask what the hell was going on?!? WHY was Jeremy angry when he despised me? Why is this his fault?! - I pulled Clarissa's t-shirt and she held my hand. But I shove her hand away and mimicked the motions of typing on a phone. She seemed surprised but pulled her mobile out of her bag. After she handed it to me, I searched for Google Translate and typed.

- What the hell is going on? - then before I could press the play button, so the phone would speak instead of me, my hands started to shake. I had to threw the phone down. Clarissa held it and read my question out loud. They all exchanged an uneasy look, and Jeremy was about to start when the doctor waved his hand.

-Roxanne needs some time to rest now. This was too much for her body and mind. Please leave the room and give her some space. - Clarissa and Rico headed out but Jeremy stayed motionless.

- Alpha Jeremy... You too. - the doctor said and Jeremy's hands clenched in fists. He didn't look at me, nor said a word, just stood there. The doctor sighed and walked out leaving the stubborn Jeremy by my side. More questions popped up in my head... Why did he addressed Jeremy as Alpha? Like a code name or something... Was he someone important?... Probably since he attended the party we were in... THE PARTY! My last memory is that we were talking on the balcony. I stole a glance at him. Somehow, I felt safe with Jeremy in the room. This was so ironic... I knew he hated me. He only ever helped me because... I didn't know why. The only thing I knew that I was about to die and I called for him. I called him to help me. I groaned and laid back in my bed. Jeremy pulled out his phone and made several calls, walking up and down in the room. Staying close but never looked at me. I waited and observed his movements. I realized that he was just my type. Tall, strong, with interesting eyes and with an aura of mystery around him. I could see his muscles tense under his shirt and jeans. I gave up eventually because I felt tired as f**k. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what happened exactly. I fall asleep suddenly and the next time when I woke up I noticed that Jeremy was asleep sitting on the chair next to my bed. He rested his head on the bed and his hand was only a little from holding mine. I didn't move, only watched him sleep. He was handsome... "Such a shame he is an asshole."- I thought and instinctively caressed his head a little. He didn't wake up immediately as I expected. Instead he smiled in his dream, so I caressed his head carefully again. The door opened and I pulled my hand away. Jeremy would shout maybe even hit me if he finds this out! He woke up for the noise and the doctor walked in.

- How are you feeling Roxanne? -he asked and I rolled my eyes. "I can't talk... How should I answer?" - I thought and decided to play a little Activity with him. I showed at my body and lifted my hand in the air, moving from side to side horizontally. He slimed and nodded.

- So physically, more or less. - he stated and I nodded.

- How about your head? - I touched the back of my head and hissed without a sound.

- That spot will hurt for a long time, but I'll give you some painkillers that must help. I'm sorry but I have to ask, how do you feel emotionally? - "The truth is that I have no idea... But how should I sign this for him?"- I decided to shrug.

- Do you remember what happened to you? - he asked and I heard a growl. Jeremy stood up and they just looked into each other's eyes. The tension between the two of them was so dense that a knife could have cut it. I waved my arms in the air to call their attention and I pointed at the pen in the doctor's hand. He gave it to me alongside with a piece of paper.

We went to the party that man held... I don't remember his name clearly now. After that I remember that I know we talked briefly with Jeremy at a balcony... Maybe... The next thing I remember is feeling fear and I got hit by my head... - I stopped... Should I tell I tried to call for help? I don't remember anything else right now. The doctor touched my hand but I pulled it back. His touch scared me...

- Sorry. Please continue. - he said and I swallowed.

I remember... Calling for help. My next memory is to be here. Why can't I talk? Why am I terrified by the slightest touch? - I asked. I knew this is harsh and fast but I couldn't give a f**k about what they think. I have to get better, I need to be normal again and keep moving on with my life.

- You have been through something really horrible Roxanne. We don't know all the details either. What you are experiencing is posttraumatic stress.

Like the soldiers? - I wrote and he nodded.

- Exactly. Your brain is blocking your memories to keep you mentally stable, but that doesn't mean these experiences and memories are not there. In your unconscious, they keep hunting you, this is probably why you are afraid to make a sound, or being touched.

How can I get well? - I didn't care about Jeremy's presence but I felt it and for an unreasonable reason, I was glad that he was still here.

- With time and help. You need peace, and lots of rest. Later, I recommend you to see a psychologist who may be able to help you. Also... - he started but Jeremy shook his head.

- You know that it would help her... - the doctor mumbled and Jeremy snapped at him.

- Yet, I won't do it! - "Oh this brat!" - I thought and grabbed his hand. I frowned at him and moved my mouth saying.

- Help me, Jeremy. - first he got surprised by my touch and I knew, he read the words from my lips. This time my expectations were right. He yanked his hand out of mine and stormed out of the room.

Is there anyone else who can help me the way he is supposed to? - I wrote and the doctor gave me a bittersweet smile.

- I'm afraid, there isn't. Roxanne, he also needs time. It is difficult to see our mates hurt and to know that is partly our fault. - I wanted to ask him about what a mate is, but he left the room and I stayed alone with my thoughts again. Trapped in my own body. With or without Jeremy's help, I'll recover and get back on track. I checked my body and hands. They were getting better but still in a pretty bad shape. They won't discharge me today, so I have no other choice then rest.