Chapter 1
Elaina's p.o.v:
"Check her pulse, quick!" said a gentle yet impatient voice." Call Dr. Roborn, her breathing is quickening ," ordered the voice again.
I slowly opened my eyes. The faint usual smell of hospitals got my nose and I tried to get up. A young, pale nurse, upon noticing my effort, rushed to my side and pushed me down again, softly.
" You must not get up in this condition," the nurse said in a strong scottish accent. "How are you feeling now, eh?" she asked.
"Look, I'm fine now, though my right leg itches terribly," I said peering under the sheets to check.
"Ah that'll be the ointment we put on the burn," she said.
"Umm...how long have i been here, I mean I feel like it's been a short while, but I think it's been days.
"Uh, yes, a week roughly, give and take a few days," she replied.
I lay down obediently and thought back to what happened. Images flitted back and forth, not making complete sense. But then, I saw a face, a face I had seen before, of a boy. I wanted to see more of it but this gave me a splitting headache and I reverted my attention. Everything else drifted but that one image did not, as if my brain wanted me to hold on to this one memory and cling to it forever. Just then, a pair of eyes formed in my head. Deep dark blue, looming over me. At first, a sense of calm rushed over me ; but then I remembered those eyes, and tears swelled up. Maybe he came back, but why.
Parker's p.o.v:
I gazed at her picture. I just could not let my eyes off it. There seemed to be more in this. I shut my phone and put on my coat, kissed mum goodbye and left for the hospital. Today, of all the days, I was eager to get there. As I entered the parking lot of the hospital, I saw police cars crowding the place where I usually parked. I got out, went inside the hospital, and asked Shaina, the receptionist, on what happened.
"Oh, its nothing, they're just here to take the acid burn's statement. You know, the burnt girl who came yesterday," she replied.
"What? She's an acid victim?" I asked astonished.
"Yeah, but she's fine now, received 1st degree burns. Dr. Dave can't keep his eyes off of her, she's so lovely," she said chuckling.
"Oh God, what are we going to do with Dave," I replied quickly.
"My, Dr. why are you getting all red. Anyway, good day!" she said, smiling sheepishly. "And, oh yes, you're needed too."
"Yeah, I know, I'll go to her after lunch," I replied.
Reaching my office, I looked at her file, very unsure. Should I go, do I want to see her. But, why do I not want to see her. No, I will, maybe I'm worrying for no reason. Sighing, I ordered a latte and started work.
Elaina's p.o.v:
Vivid images of the attack spun in my head and I screamed. His face hung over me; however, he didn't look contented. He seemed disgusted, not of me, of himself. I shrieked at the top of my lungs from the stinging of the horrible liquid travelling down my spine. Cutting and killing me.
He tried to reach me but thought better of it and went and sat hunched in a corner next to the trash can. Clutching his face in his hands. A while passed before his shivers ended. He stood up abruptly, came over to me; rage, disgust, spite and, hatred evident on his face. Again, all those not for me, for himself.
"You! you brought me to this state, what if you didn't do it, did it when I loved you so. I want to help you, but images of that night don't allow me to," voice as hard as stones.
"Dimittri, don't!" I croaked, reaching my hand out to him.
His eyes once again filled with tears and longing and he let out a wail. He spun around and limped over to the alleyway entrance. I called after him, unsure if my voice was actually reaching out to him or not. He flinched for a moment and then went out. Next, my brain switched to us in the amusement park, Dimittri and I. Him laughing in my face and me shoving ice-cream up his nose. That hurt.
I woke up with a start, sweat and spit combining in my mouth and suddenly felt eyes over me. I looked up and saw a Dr. gazing at me with pained eyes. Sitting up, I mumbled something close to a sorry.
