Chapter 1-TheAwakening
CLAIRE’S POV
"She's blinking, doc," a voice whispered, barely audible over the constant beeping of the machines. "Doc, the patient is waking up," another voice added, a little more clearly.
My head felt like a fog, and my body was just... heavy. I struggled to open my eyes, but it was like they were glued shut. Every time I tried, my eyelids felt like they were weighed down with bricks.
"Uhh..." I managed a small groan, half in confusion, half from the effort. My arm felt like it belonged to someone else, it was being weighed down by tubes and wires that made me feel like a human science experiment.
"Easy, easy," a deep, soothing voice said gently. I could feel a hand—warm and steady—run through my hair, and it was oddly comforting, like I was a child being calmed down after a nightmare.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed in my face, and I squinted hard, my eyes were stinging. "Okay, no need to blind me," I thought, though I couldn't say it out loud. Slowly, very slowly, I managed to pry my eyes open, the light still glaring, but at least I was finally seeing something.
Where am I? I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. The faces in the room stared at me with confusion, though I could still make out their bright smiles.
"Can you remember anything?" a nurse asked, stepping closer to me.
I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I struggled to search my memory. A sharp pain shot through my head as I tried to concentrate. "Ouch," I murmured, pressing my hand to my forehead in discomfort.
"It's okay, it's okay," she reassured me. "Take it easy."
The Door suddenly swung open, it was a middle aged man that walked in, Doc it seems specimen X has a memory loss the nurse tried to whisper to the man that just got in, I assume he was the Man in charge.
"She can’t even remember her name?" he asked, continuing to check the movement of my eyes.
"Where am I?" I asked firmly. "What happened to me?" Anger began to rise within me. These people acted like I wasn’t even there.
"Let me go!" I shouted, jerking my arm away from the doctor who was trying to take my pulse, hitting it slightly against the bed.
"I won’t let you all ignore me and refuse to give me answers. I’ve been asking, but no one is responding."
"Don’t worry, ma’am," he said gently, his voice was calm but firm. "You’re in a better place now. You’re well taken care of. My staff and I are here for you."
I stared at him, frustration bubbling inside me. "What happened to me?" I demanded, my voice was sharp. "Why can’t I remember anything? And most importantly, who am I?"
He hesitated, he cleared his throat before he began to speak. "So, you are—" But he faltered as the door suddenly swung open, cutting him off.
The room grew quiet as everyone stepped back without thinking. A man walked in, and immediately, his presence filled the space.
He moved confidently, and a strong scent of cologne followed him. His black tuxedo hugged his body perfectly, showing off his toned physique.
His hair, as dark as the night, was combed back neatly, except for one curl that fell over his forehead. His jaw was strong and firm, showing a quiet confidence. His face was sharp and handsome, almost too perfect to be real. It was as if he owned the room the moment he stepped into it.
"Logan, what are you doing here? We’re trying to work," the doctor said, not even turning toward the door.
"I guess my presence is felt even when no one looks at me," Logan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The doctor finally faced him, his face tightening with anger. "I said, now is not the time," he said, his teeth gritted.
I lay in my bed, feeling lost and confused. Fear started to sneak in, making my chest feel tight.
Logan moved closer, his eyes never leaving the doctor’s. "Is that why you didn’t call me when she woke up?" he asked, his voice had a cold tone. They stood close to each other, both about the same height, and the tension between them was clear.
"I was still trying to—" the doctor began, but he was cut off mid-sentence.
"Move," Logan commanded, his voice was firm. "Get out of my way."
What an arrogant man, I thought to myself. Such bad manners.
"Didn't you hear me?" Logan teased, his tone dripping with irritation. "Or do you want us to cause a scene in here like old times?" he said, gently shoving the doctor aside before walking toward me.
I felt my fingers tremble with anxiety and fear as he walked closer. My stomach twisted in knots. I had no idea what to expect.
"You look better," he said, his voice still cold and flat. It sounded rehearsed, lacking any warmth or sincerity.
"Do I know you?" I managed to ask, my voice shaky. There was something about his presence that made me uncomfortable, something I couldn’t stand.
He chuckled, a sarcastic sound that made me cringe, then turned to look at the doctor. "Baby brother, you didn’t tell me our Little Miss Perfect can’t remember a thing."
"Little Miss Perfect? Baby brother?" Those words echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t decide which one bothered me more.
The doctor stood silently, his arms crossed, not saying a word.
Then, he turned to face me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He reached out, running his fingers through my hair with unsettling familiarity, and his voice dripped with a chilling sweetness. "Baby, it’s me. Logan. Your husband."
My heart stopped. My stomach dropped, as if the floor had vanished beneath me. Panic surged through me, cold and unforgiving. I couldn’t breathe.
