Her Name Is Genesis

Chapter 7

When O'Neill walked inside the hospital, the first thing he noticed was that the backup generators were on. The pavement was wet but he did not know if there had been a storm, he had lost track of time while he was asleep. He ran to check on his son; he seemed to have been stabilized, he talked to the nurses, and after making sure he was indeed okay, he headed towards Amira's room.

Amira was sitting in the corner and her eyes were bloodshot, she refused to move. Doctor O'Neill tried talking to her but she was staring at the wall, her eyes void of all emotion.

"Amira?" O'Neill tried calling her again.

"Who am I?" She asked in between sobs.

"I don't know, but I will find out." He whispered.

"Do you want to cut me open, doctor?" Amira asked.

"Why would you say such a horrible thing, sweetie."

"Doctor Liam said it, I saw him talking to a woman, and my door was open."

"Doctor Liam?"

"Yes, he was here when you weren't here. I was so scared I thought I had lost more time sleeping."

"Amira, can you describe Doctor Liam?"

"Um, he looked young, light hair, taller than me, empty eyes."

"I will check, but the name Liam does not sound familiar."

"He said if I and the boy went back to sleep they would cut us open," Amira said, crying uncontrollably.

Doctor O'Neill assured Amira that she was safe and that no one was going to cut her open. He asked a nurse to stay close by at all times, he wondered if he should put Amira with Leo in the same room. Perhaps she would be more comfortable with him. He figured it would be easier to care for them if they were in the same room, he could also monitor who was allowed in the room. Doctor O'Neill asked for the footage of Amira's and Leo's rooms to see who had been in and out.

O"Neill was boiling with rage when he found out that not only had there been someone in both their rooms, but the person had easy access to the doctor's closet. Whoever the man was, he was impersonating a doctor with the purpose of getting close to Amira and Leo.

He found the nurse that had been seen many times talking to him and, after long questioning and unethical answers, she was let go. Doctor O'Neill had spent a week on review and investigation. Meanwhile, Amira was improving physically and her sleeping fears were getting better. He had not put Leo and Amira in the same room, yet he had reservations and Leo was still not fully communicating. He went to Amira's room to tell her about his son and, if he was lucky, he could convince her to share a room with him.

"Amira, can we talk?" O'Neill asked.

"Sure!" She said, putting her sketchbook down.

"What are you drawing?" He asked curiously.

"My dreams," Amira replied.

"Your drea..." O'Neill stopped as he recognized the image in Amira's book. "Amira, did you dream this?"

"Yes, last week when we had the storm."

"Who are they?"

"I don't know, it looked like I was looking through a wet window."

"Hmm, finish your drawings. I need to go to my office."

"What did you want to talk about?

"It can wait, I have some work to finish," O'Neill said, leaving Amira alone in the room.

O'Neill wanted to ask about moving her and Leo to a shared room, but her drawing had made him question if that was a good idea. Amira had drawn his dream, the dream where he had seen Leo and Amira holding hands. He had already forgotten most of the dream but it seemed like Amira's drawing had triggered memories from the dream.