Alphas Bound By One

Neurologist

    What reason would I have to come here and lie about something like this? These were my memories for god sake! A piece of who I am and with them being fuzzy, I have felt lost. Something in me was missing, and I couldn't place what it was. Nightmares were haunting me of things that didn't make sense. Werewolves and vampires were fighting each other while magic flashes past them and around them. I never see myself in the scenes that haunt me at night, but I can feel it in my body, watching all these creatures tear each other apart. As if I am on the outside lines watching a battle unravel, pull of dread that grasps at me. Tugging towards the people fighting as if they mean something to me, as if it is all my fault for the horror I must witness. I break out in a sweat just thinking about the nightmares that have started within the last couple of weeks. I think to tell the doctor about them, but that would just make me seem crazier than he already thought I was.

"Well, there can be many reasons for a memory loss or an unclear memory, as for the short-term memory loss that usually wouldn't accompany this type of memory infliction. I would like to order an M.R.I. to see what your brain is experiencing. We might end up having to do a brain mapping while you are awake if the M.R.I. doesn't show us anything. Would you be comfortable with that?"

"Yes, that sounds great. Thank you so much for your time, Dr. Reece."

I hopped down from the table and held out my hand for his. I was very grateful that even though he was looking at me like I was crazy.

    He wasn't going to treat me like I was mad. An M.R.I. seemed like the best start and would hopefully be the quickest solution for this mess. I would have to keep recording sessions with my patients to make sure I didn't miss anything. Something that could be dire to the recovery or their progress.

"One moment," the doctor said as he stood. "How have you been sleeping?" 

I froze when he asked me this question. It was as if he read my earlier thoughts about the nightmares.

"I only ask, because a lack of sleep will affect your memory greatly. Or if you are asleep but not sleeping." He finished.

"Dr. Reece…"

"You can call me Matthew." He said, cutting me off.

"Ok, Matthew. No, I haven't been sleeping. The past couple of weeks, I have been experiencing nightmares."

I wanted to keep this from him, but I also wanted to fix my problems.

     As a doctor, I knew the risks of keeping things from your physician. People think even the smallest things wouldn't mean anything, so they just don't share them when any competent physician would tell you that everything is essential when it comes to healing and recovery. Holding things back from the doctor wouldn't help me in any way. It might even hurt the chance of getting this resolved quickly.

"Alright, if you are comfortable with it, I would like to prescribe you something for that. It would be a relaxant medication. Not to put you to sleep but to calm your mind once you are asleep."

I was hesitant to answer because I hated prescribing medication, let alone taking it. However, I hated it when patients doubted my abilities as their doctor. I specialized in trauma, but the brain wasn't a specialty in this case.

"I am not ok with it, but I am willing to try it," I answered honestly.

"Alright, I will have that and your M.R.I. order waiting for you when you check out. The sooner, the better for the M.R.I. and prescription. Schedule a follow up with me in two weeks so we can evaluate how the medication is helping you. I will call with M.R.I. results and discuss the next steps then." He said before shaking my hand and leaving.

I was relieved that this was over. For a physician, I didn't like being on the other end of things. However, I am the one who sought out his help, so now I would need to follow his advice.

     I went to the reception desk picking up the things that he had left for me. I went ahead and scheduled my two week follow up. I knew I would forget to call back and do it otherwise. I thanked everyone and wished them all a goodnight as I headed for the door. When I stepped out of the lobby, I pushed the button for the elevator. I folded up the papers and opened my bag to put them away as I waited. As soon as I got my bag open, I heard the elevator ping and looked upright as I dropped the papers in my bag. As the doors slowly slid open, my eyes were met with dark ocean blue eyes, and I lost all train of thought. I hadn't realized that I completely missed my bag until I heard the papers and my phone hit the ground. I quickly knelt to pick my things up when I was met with a pair of leather shoes at my hands. I licked my lips as I slowly looked up at the body that stood before me. I gasped when I reached those dark blue eyes again. Before me, the man was gorgeous with dark blonde curls that fell in front of his eyes as he bowed his head to look down at me. The intensity of his gaze spread over my whole body, and I suddenly felt faint. I didn't think I had ever seen eyes so beautiful but scary, all in the same sense. The way he was looking at me, terrified me and excited me at the same time. The mixed feelings messed with my mind a bit, and I had to look away from him.

      I felt myself starting to pant as I could still feel him staring at me while I tried to gather the papers more quickly. I crumbled the papers together and shoved them down into my bag. I leaned forward to grab my phone that was lying between this man's shoes. I got back to my feet and had to take a step back as the dizziness tried to take me back to the ground. I felt him before I even saw him move, his hand at my elbow steadying me. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I stared down at his side, touching my skin. It felt like my elbow was on fire even though his fingers were cold to the touch. He had light white skin that was almost porcelain looking which was a nice compliment to the dark suit he was wearing.

"Are you alright?" A raspy voice asked.

I looked up to meet his gaze once more when I heard him speak. Unable to resist the urge to see those blue eyes again. When I was standing to my full height, I realized that he was still much taller than I was in a pair of tall heels. I visibly swallowed when he released my elbow and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. Tucking it gently behind my ear, stroking my neck in the process.

     I shivered at the touch of his cold hands-on my skin. I was usually a freezing person, but he seemed like he was frozen to the touch. Maybe he had just come in from the cold, even though I noticed that he didn't have a coat in his hands. I heard him clear his throat and realized that I had never spoken after asking if I was ok. My mouth feeling suddenly dry, I licked my lips, and I saw his adam's apple bob.

"Yes, I am fine. Thank you." I said, trying to reach past him for the elevator button.

He didn't say anything in reply to my answer. He just reached for the button along with me, causing my chest to brush up against his. I bit my lip to stifle the moan that about escaped my lips from the contact. The elevator doors opened as soon as the button was pushed, and I was thankful not to have to wait. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want to spend any more time near this man than I had to. Neither of us spoke on the ride down, and I just stood there chewing on my lip. Doing everything I could to keep myself from sneaking a glance at the man next to me. The longer I was near this man, the more a sense of familiarity passed over me.