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MARTA
She walked into the patient’s room with Guinevere. She had to wait around since the man was demanding for her and was called as soon as he was awake.
“Mr. Pete. How’re you feeling?” She asked with a warm smile.
The man might have been sleeping for a long time, but he still looked dizzy.
He shifted his eyes to Guinevere. “I asked for the woman that healed me.‘
“You did. And she’s in front of you,” Guinevere furrowed her brows.
The man gave Marta a long stare before shaking his head. “She’s not… She’s not.
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Chills spread through Marta’s abdomen. This was the reason she had been reluctant to see him. But Guinevere kept insisting, saying their patient’s satisfaction was important. And there wasn’t much Marta could do to go against her superior.
She put up one of her best smiles as she addressed him again. “Sir, I understand that you’ve been in coma for a long time. You’re probably confused and-”
“No. I saw her. I know what she looks like. I need to see her.”
Marta’s countenance fell. It was a good thing Guinevere was standing behind her and couldn’t see the soured expression on her face.
“Mr. Pete, a lot of people come and go in this room. Nurses had to come in every single day to check on you. You’re probably mistaking one of them for this woman. You’re my patient, and I’m telling you, I was the one who brought you out of coma.”
Still, the man shook his head, not convinced. He knew what the doctor looked like.
“She was beautiful,” he voiced out, his eyes staring distantly at the ceiling. “Had green eyes, oval face, long hair.” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “She was very beautiful. You’re not her.”
Marta’s hands balled into fists.
“Could he be referring to Lyric?” Guinevere asked from behind, sending more fear to Marta’s heart.
She could count the number of doctors that had those eyes, and judging from how beautiful the man claimed this person was, Guinevere could only think of Lyric.
“I–I don’t think so,” Marta stuttered, turning to the woman. “He’s just very confused. I believe
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when he’s rested enough, he’ll see that he’s mistaken.”
The man shook his head, wanting to protest, but Marta put a hand on his shoulder. “You should sleep now, Mr. Pete.”
But Guinevere spoke again, further complicating things for her. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring the doctor I have in mind to you tomorrow. You’ll tell me if she was the one or not.”
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LYRIC
‘If you want to have more of that dream, take this. You have a choice.‘
I read the note over and over again, wanting to be sure I wasn’t mistaken.
Who left this in my room? How can anyone even have access to my locked room?
More importantly, how does anyone know about my dream?
I paced the room for minutes, digging my fingers into my hair, trying to make sense of the note.
My dream.
The one with Jaris.
The one where I wanted more.
Of course, I’d been craving for more since it happened. But this…this note didn’t seem right. Did Jaris send it?
No, he didn’t. Jaris didn’t like me. He wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me.
But what was this pill?
I took it out of the small pack and observed it in my palm. I’d never seen it before. What if it was something dangerous?
Hours passed.
I couldn’t eat.
Even Jace could tell there was something wrong when he came to check up on me. He asked, but I couldn’t tell him the truth I couldn’t tell him I’d been having sex dreams with Jaris, and now, someone just offered to help me keep having those dreams.
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I’d planned on questioning the twins‘ nanny today to know about their birth, but the pill had completely taken over my mind.
Even until midnight, I couldn’t sleep.
I stood in front of the dresser, holding the pill in my hand. What kind of dream would I have if I took this? How different would it be from the one that happened the last time?
Despite how dangerous it was to take something strange given by someone unknown, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was curious and wanted this. We might be at loggerheads in reality, but I wanted to feel more of him in my dream. I wanted him to kiss me. Wanted him to touch me more than he did the last time.
If I die being curious…well. I shrugged.
I looked at the time. It was past midnight.
My door was locked. Nobody could come into the room. And even if they do, at least, I’d be able to see their face at last.
I was only going to enjoy the dream. That’s it.
Taking a deep breath, I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed with water.
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