My Vampire Knight

Reckless Woman.

I slowly drifted into conciseness. The room that I am in smelled like disinfectant and with the steady beeping noise, I can assume that I am in a hospital. How did I get here? I don’t remember anything after I passed out. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt too heavy to lift. I heard a door open and heard multiple footsteps coming into the room.

They came over to my bedside. One started messing with the machines next to my bed and the person on the other side of my bed sounded like they were writing something.

“Well, her stats have normalized. Jane Doe hopefully will wake up soon.”, stated a masculine voice, “Let’s give her another IV fluid and do another round of x-rays and CT scans.”

“Yes, Sir.”, A female void responded.

I tried to open my eyes again. I groaned in pain as my eyes fluttered open, as the lights in the room blinded me.

“Ah, there she is!”, exclaimed the female voice.

I looked towards where the female voice was coming from. Standing next to me was a petite, slender woman, who was switching my IV fluids.

“Am I…”, I tried to speak but nothing came out.

The nurse grabbed a cup with what I assumed had water in it and giving it to me saying, “Here Hun, drink this and then try talking again.”

I took a tentative sip of the water then trying to speak again, “Am I in a hospital?” I was able to croak out.

“Yes, you are.”, spoke up a male voice to my right side, “My name is Dr. Blackfire and that is Nurse Paula.”

I stared at him blankly and asked, “How did I get here?”

Dr. Blackfire stated in a mild soft tone, “You jumped in front of my car.”

“Oh.”, I replied.

“Can you tell me why you jumped in front of my car? Or how you got the injuries you have sustained.” He asked in a voice that was detached and clinical.

I looked down at my hands and said nothing.

Nurse Paula interjected and asked, “Can you at least tell us your name, dear?”

I continued to look at my hands, responding softly, “You can just call me Jane.”

“Jane? Are you sure that’s your name?”, Dr. Blackfire questioned.

“Yes.” I answered back.

Paula looks down at me, asking, “Jane, are you in trouble? Is that why you won’t tell us your real name?”

Looking at my hands I hesitantly lied, saying, “I…I…am not.”

Paula looked like she wanted to say more but Dr. Blackfire stopped her and said, “Nurse let’s let her have a minute. Can you go put the order for the scans in? Miss Jane, please know that you have two broken ribs and few that are bruised.”

I briefly looked up at him and asked, “Thank you. Were there other injuries?”

He put the clipboard down, looked at me with a rigid expression, “No, there are also bruises, new and old, all over your body and old improperly healed breaks in your body. Now are you sure you don’t want to tell me how you got injured.”

I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes and face because he knew I was not telling the truth. But how can I tell him that I let my husband beat on me? How can I tell him that I didn’t try to save myself till after I almost died at my husbands’ hands? Would he laugh at me? Would he scorn me because I didn’t seek help sooner? No, I will not let anyone else hurt me in any way or form again and it starts here and now.

“I am accident prone…and that’s all you need to know.”, I spoke with a cracked voice, “Which hospital am I in?”

Dr. Blackfire sighed in frustration and in a flat tone said, “You are at St. Vladimir Hospital.”

With wide eyes I shot my head up staring at him in disbelief. He took me to the most elite hospital in the country, that only the richest people can be seen at. Why did he bring me here instead of dropping me off at the local hospital? I can’t afford to get seen here. I can’t even afford a glass of water here.

“I can’t afford to be seen here. I need to be discharged now, please.”, I said with as much authority as I could muster.

“You will not be able to get the appropriate care you need anywhere else. Don’t worry about the costs of treatments, they are covered.”

I stared at him baffled, “How are they being covered?”

He looked at me annoyed because I was still questioning him, “Miss Jane you don’t need to worry about any of that. You need to just focus on your healing.”

I wanted to question him more, but I saw that he was getting frustrated with me, so I just nodded and started picking at the hospital blanket.

“I am going to give you one more chance to give me your real name and an explanation on how you got your injuries.”

Upon looking at the doctor, I could clearly see that he was trying to keep his composure calm, even though he is very frustrated with me as I was not being truthful to him. What was I supposed to say to a stranger?

“I told you my name is Jane, and I don’t know how I got my injuries.”

He pulled a clear container that was holding what looked like a piece of metal out of his pocket, “Well someone does because we found this in your right arm.”

I looked at him confused and asked, “What is that?”

“You don’t know what this is even though it was in your body?”, he looked at me incredulously.

“That is exactly what I am telling you. Why else would I ask?”

“This is a GPS tracker. With something like this, you would think that you would have given consent for this to be inserted this in your body?”

“I am telling you I don’t know what that is or how it got inside of me.” I stated firmly, looking the doctor in the eyes.

Before he could respond, the loudspeaker came on and a female could be heard paging Dr. Blackfire to a different patients’ room.

“I will be back to finish this conversation with you. For now, try to get some more sleep. Food will be delivered in a bit for you.”, he stated as he turned to the door and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the door clicked shut. I don’t know what I would have said to him next. I need him to stop asking me questions that I don’t even know how to answer. Dr. Blackfire did ask a good question though. Why did I have a GPS tracking microchip in my arm? How did it get there?

Suddenly, I was dragged back to my and Jack’s first year anniversary together. We had decided to go to a local private club called Vamp Hideout. This club was so exclusive that they had a reservation waitlist. Jack had surprised me that afternoon saying he had made this reservation six months ago.

At the same time, he also announced that he was treating me to a spa day in the afternoon. He took me to get my hair done. Then he took me to get my fingernails and toenails done. I felt so much love for him that I was floating.

“Thank you, babe, for this amazing day!”, I said to him excitedly.

Jack looked at me with love in his eyes and his cricked, dimpled smile, “You’re welcome, Love. This night is not over yet!”

“That’s right you got us reservations at the Vamp Hideout!”, I squealed happily.

“Let’s get home so that we can get ready. Our reservation time is at eight o’clock this evening, which is only just under two hours from now.”

We got into the car and drove home. Jack helped me choose which dress to wear to our dinner. He had picked out one of my favorite dresses. It was a black strapless floor, A-line dress, which had black sequins on the bodice. I loved this dress because it was floor length. Since I met Jack, he has filled my closet with all the floor-length dresses that I could want.

Jack wore a black suit with a blood red undershirt and black tie. He finished off the look with a pair of black socks and black leather shoes. I admired my boyfriend, thinking how lucky I was to be with him.

Once we were ready, we left the house to head to the club. It took us about twenty minutes to arrive. We used the valet parking so we could get to our seats sooner. When we walked through the doors, we were greeted and escorted to our private room. We sat down and Jack ordered our drinks and food. As we ate, Jack and I talked about everything under the stars.

About halfway through the meal, I excused myself so that I could go to the restroom. When I returned from the restroom about five minutes later, we continued our dinner. I don’t remember anything after we had finished dinner.

Could he have drugged me, then inserted the chip into my arm? Why would he do that?

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard yelling outside in the hospital room.

A voice I knew all too well had yelled, “Where’s my wife? I demand to be brought to her!”

My body was shaking in fear as I thought he had found me.