Sounds came first, a constant buzz from a different room, muted conversation, the hum of a florescent light. Then touch, a tightness on her inner arm, layers of blankets pressing down on her, but gently; nothing like the wagon's frame bearing down on her sternum. Inhaling was painful, so she kept it shallow. Caitlin finally opened her eyes to a sterile room, whitewash with a lingering scent of bleach.
An IV needle was inserted into her right arm, and a fat remote rested in her left hand. Her head was propped by several pillows, she was grateful for the support.
Mostly, Caitlin wanted to sleep, to drift away from whatever new and curious prison she'd found herself in. But something else sent a shock wave through her, telling her she needed to escape.
"You're awake." A deep voice rumbled beside her.
She turned slowly to meet his gaze: Sara.
Relief washed through her, never thinking she'd be so happy to see the escort. She tried to speak, but it came out as an indecipherable croak.
"Don't talk." He placed a big hand on the metal bar. "Relax." Sara stood up and left the room, his last word worried her.
Kalen was nowhere, perhaps his own wounds were being tended to. The ones he'd inflicted on himself, because of her. But if she were back at the mansion, why wasn't she in her own room?
And why did she need an IV?
Time dragged on without Sara there; she tried to sit up, but was too weak after being nearly crushed by the wagon. The remote had several buttons on it, but only, it seemed, to control the box television that was provided.
She couldn't tell what time of day or night it was, without windows or a clock.
Finally, the metal door opened, Sara and another man entered, this one wearing a long white doctor's smock, "Good afternoon Caitlin. You decided to join us." The man's voice was calm and reasonable as he looked at her clipboard, "Vitals are still improving, that's good." he pushed back blond hair from his curious eyes, encircled by age, "My name's doctor Keating."
Sara stood next to the man, reserved and quiet as usual.
Caitlin waved half-heartedly, "Where's... Kalen." She managed to croak.
The doctor and Sara glanced at each other before Keating cleared his throat, "That's a good question, something I think we'd all like to know. Let's focus on you for now. How are you feeling?" He sat on a rolling chair and put an elbow on his knee.
His sentiment troubled her: Kalen missing? "Hell." She exhaled.
"You were lucky," He amended with a chuckle, "that they got you out of the wreckage when they did. A moment longer and you would have suffocated. I'm surprised you weren't crushed when it fell. Someone's watching out for you." he winked.
"Where am I?" the subsequent breath burned her lungs.
"Safe." Dr. Keating nodded, "Free from their influence. Kalen's kind cannot stalk you here. We have safeguards in place that keep monsters away."
Caitlin's brow furrowed as she looked between Sara and the doctor. Her heart did a somersault, was she with the enemy? If so, why was Sara here? It didn't make any sense.
The doctor must have seen her confusion, "You were
saved
, Caitlin. That thing would have drained you the moment it got bored of you."
Sara's face was unreadable; he knew better, but did not voice it.
"We saw the scars." Dr. Keating continued, "You know I'm right."
Caitlin stifled a scoff, and looked away.
"Trust me, Miss Stone, they get into your head. Make you believe what they want you too. That creature you call Kalen has been manipulating you from the start. Since he kidnapped you."
"No." she whispered, remembering Kalen's soft features, his kind eyes.
"I'm sorry, but it's true. Nothing you feel for him is real." The doctor stood, "I have other patients to attend to, Sara will be here if you need anything."
Dr. Keating left, his words rending a hole in her heart. It wasn't true, Kalen wouldn't have drained her, not when she had his child inside of her. The doctor was lying.
Of course, he was.
Sara stayed planted in a cushioned chair. The last time she'd seen him, he'd walked away, disgusted with her. Now, he didn't express any emotion at all.
But one question remained: why did Kalen leave her there, pinned beneath the wagon?
*
After several hours, a nurse came in with food. "Hungry?" the lanky young woman asked, sitting her up to eat.
"No." Caitlin croaked, irritated by her enthusiasm.
"It's been a while since you arrived, you really should eat." The nurse placed a covered tray in front of her, "I'll take care of the pain." She already had a needle, and readied the drip.
Caitlin shook her head, "Stop."
"Not an option," the nurse sang, "Doctor's orders."
The nurses badge read 'Nancy' as the bitch pulled the cord out of arm's reach. Sara was already there, holding her down on the bed as Nancy depressed the entire dose into her cord.
"Eat up now, you must be starving." She closed the needle and sashayed from the room.
Sara sat back down without a word.
A numbing calm settled over her nerves, the lights grew marginally brighter and her thoughts became fuzzy. The pain eased out of her lungs and she took a deep breath, humming to herself on the exhale. Her anger abated, tugging against a fading effort to stay mad.
There was food in front of her, brightly lit by the florescent lights. How long had it been since she ate? She couldn't remember as she stuffed an entire slice of bread in her mouth.
A thought surfaced, but disappeared before she could grasp it. Something was wrong, but it evaded her focus, slipping away like a tomato seed between her fingers. Caitlin shrugged and shoved another piece of bread into her mouth.
Reaching for the next bite, her hand moved too far forward and upended the tray, sending it crashing to the ground. The spray of food fascinated her, it made a beautiful smear on the floor.
The big man, Sara, leaped up from his seat. She wondered why he was so jumpy and giggled at the ridiculous look on his face. He said something she couldn't understand and left her alone.
That's when reality began to slow, the lights throbbed against her skull, mixing with thoughts that jumped out against the plain walls.
Caitlin felt someone's breath on her neck, a press of hips against hers. A familiar set of eyes, "Kalen," she breathed, the loud pulse of his heart beat beneath a silk shirt. He pulled away from her, and she reached, catching only a wisp of darkness.
An annoying bleeping roused her. The place where the IV had entered her bloodstream was throbbing with pain, warmth trickled down over her fingertips. The monitors she'd been attached to alerted the nurses that there was no pulse.
Only because she was no longer attached. Caitlin was standing at the opposite end of the room, confused. Her arm splattered more blood on the tile floor with each pulse.
There was no sign of Kalen.
She winced through the drugged fog and took a step forward, uncertain on her legs after the blackout. A team of nurses burst through with Sara in tow.
They balked at the empty bed, and followed a trail of blood to her. A male nurse approached, lifted her arm and wound gauze around the fresh wound as another mopped her skin up with a sanitary cloth. The others made quick work of her mess.
Sara was disheveled, as if he'd had a fright.
Caitlin let them tend to the wound and draw her to a chair. "Stay here." The male nurse said, loudly and clearly as if to a child. Her legs still tingled with the effect of the drugs, she didn't know what they'd put in her, but it had evaporated quickly.
The nurses buzzed around her, sanitizing the room and then leaving one by one. Soon, only she and Sara remained. He watched her with a wary eye.
Normalcy was returning to her thoughts as the last of the effects wore off. She shot him an accusatory stare, then ignored him.
Anything she'd done at this point was his fault. He helped the nurse force the drugs into her, and had equal responsibility as far as she was concerned.
Sara was a traitor.
The pain in her chest came back, but she didn't care. Standing hurt, but it wasn't unbearable, either. Sara rose to stop her, "Don't touch me!" Caitlin backed towards the door.
Sara froze, "Wait." He held both his hands out in supplication.
"You did that to me." She pointed at the bed, "You helped her drug me, knowing full well what you were doing."
"I didn't know." he appealed, taking a step closer.
Caitlin grabbed the handle and dashed out the door on rubbery legs, crashing into a cart full of tools. Sara pursued as she dodged the arms of her nurse. "Get back here!" Nancy shouted. She ran around a corner, finding this hall to be less sterile. The tile changed to carpet, white-wash walls became dark, earthy hues as she dashed down a long, empty corridor.
A man in a red shirt stood at the entrance with his back to her, as if waiting for her to approach. Her running slowed as he turned around. "Where are you going, Caitlin?"
She froze, "Gabriel?" the scar across his cheek was unmistakable. "I don't understand... why are you here?" Caitlin balked.
"Because I run this facility." Gabriel strode forward, his bulk more intimidating when he was so close. "You thought I was just a farmhand?" he gave a wry smile.
"You knew." She realized aloud. Nancy and Sara closed in on her.
Gabriel put up a hand, "It's alright, I've got it from here." Sara and the nurse stopped, her old escort giving her a troubled look. "If you'll follow me, I think I can clear a few things up."
