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Kaelis' pov
The faint smell of chlorine had become my favorite smell and it was the only companion I had.
The work at the clinic had become way more exhausting than I had intended.
I had no time for myself, and I had become a shadow of my former self-- not that I knew who that was, but the person I intended on becoming with the memory loss wasn't this.
I didn't expect lending a helping hand would lead to me getting called even at odd hours to do minor treatments and whatnot.
I wanted to find myself and not be ungrateful... that was the only reason I had taken the job as an healer-- not like I had a choice in the decision anyways but I felt useful. Letting out a heavy sigh as I continued washing the medical instruments in the sink.
The dreams or visions were not helping either.
Some days I had woken up exhausted, while others I had woken up being scared and on rare occasions I had woken up happy, but one thing had remained constant —the male voice —the biggest part of the puzzle that I still can't piece together.
I cleaned my forehead, which was soaked in sweat with my back hand as I struggled to continue washing.
"Kaelis!" A voice yelled from outside the door.
"I am in here," I beckoned to the person.
The door opened as Myra entered with a basket covered with a white piece of clothing, and she held it tight.
"Myra? Hey," I said, excitedly... Way too excited, to be honest. In the midst of this chaos, it was nice to see a friendly face.
But she didn't answer me right away; rather, her eyes slowly monitored every inch of my body like she was studying them, and that made me uncomfortable, but it was Myra, and she was a weird fellow-- so, I brushed it off.
"Are... Are you okay?" I spoke way too soon, but I had to ease myself.
"Yes..." She finally let out as she took some steps further, towards me. "I came to see how you were doing and maybe see if you needed any help?"
"I am good, really. Like I have always said that we need more hands in the clinic," I suggested.
The work in the clinic wasn't even a two-man job; rather, it was a job that needed multiple hands, but I was the only one available or interested.
"We are grateful that you are here and your input has been helpful," she replied, her voice was softer now but her eyes still creeped me out. "Anyways, I got you comfort food, courtesy of the king." Her smile widened beyond the usual length.
"The king?" I asked.
Did I do something wrong?
I had kept my head low and had not done anything to attract any attention since the last time we had spoken, so there was no way that I had done something wrong.
"Did..." I coughed as a way to steady myself. "Did I do something wrong?" I added, my voice was barely a whisper.
"Of course not, Kaelis. Don't be worried, besides, I am sure this is the king's way of showing appreciation for your good works," she spoke calmly, but oddly, I didn't feel the calm, nor did I get the idea of it just being a gift.
She gently placed the basket on the table and opened it. It was filled with lots of fruits ranging from berries to apples even plums... But this was way too much to be a thank-you gift.
"These were freshly plucked and I took the liberty of hand-picking them for you," she added.
"Myra, you didn't have to."
"No, you are worth the stress. Besides, you are a guest of the king and Orin seems to be concerned about your well-being too."
Orin?
That was a name I had thought I wouldn't hear out loud, outside my thoughts. I had not seen him since he left me hanging and pushed me out of his house.
My countenance fell as I thought more about him-- I shouldn't be thinking about him; instead, I should be trying to get my memories back and leave this place.
"Orin cares about you, a lot, I must say," she spat out.
"No, he doesn't. He is the most selfish and nonchalant man I have ever seen..."
Not that I even remembered the type of men I had been interested in, but I knew a man like Orin wouldn't be my type.
"Orin is the finest of men, heck finer than the king." She snorted. "But he does have his flaws which still make him beautiful either way."
"I have my own demons to worry about. So, no time to think about boy drama."
"What demons?" She questioned as her eyes became probing and intense.
I looked at her as I stopped the scrubbing, before turning my back to the sink. I took a deep sigh and when I released the sound filled the room.
"I... Um..." I shot a sharp look at her again and her eyes were focused on me, like she was keen on what I wanted to say.
I didn't know what that was, but I had a listening ear and that was enough, and the thought of sharing the whole ordeal made me nauseous, but it was in some way relieving.
"Come on, Kae. You can trust me," she assured me as she smiled.
"Um... I have been having these episodes and I can't tell if they are just dreams or if they are actually my memories, but I see them almost every night. I don't know what to do about them, Myra." I let out a sigh of relief to have gotten it off my chest.
She moved closer to where I stood and placed a hand on my arm. Her body was cold-- way too cold. I had treated lots of lycans to know that they are meant to be warm-bodied, but hers were like ice, and it sent shivers down my body.
"What do you see? Maybe I can help you out," she said.
"For one, um... I saw myself along a riverbank bank but I have no idea where it was specifically..." I took a loud swallow as my chest tightened thinking about it. "I was covered in blood and I held a sword, but beside me was a man..."
"A man?" She inquired. "Do you know his face or have you seen him around?"
"No and that's the interesting part. No matter how long I stay stuck in the dream or wanting to force myself to remember, I still can't see his face clearly; instead, it is covered by a ray of light."
"Tricky," she said as she stroked her jaw and her eyes were raking over me but then she clapped her hands. "I have an idea that can help," she blurted out, almost too soon.
"What is that?" My eyes widened in shock or anticipation-- I had no idea what but if it was to get more clarity then I was opened to it.
"We need to go see someone," she urged. "She will gladly help but you must be willing to share too."
Share?
She??
"Who..."
"Come on, we need to get there on time," she said excitedly as she closed the basket and took me by the hand, before dragging me out of the room.
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