Chapter Five of Fear's Firm GraspMature

It was hunger that woke her up next. The last thing she’d eaten was a half-lunch the night of…

She groaned as she sat up. It hurt to remember. A grilled cheese sandwich was on a light blue platter in front of her, and her instincts took over, devouring it in less than a minute.

“That was fast,” a breezy voice said from the door. She looked up from her empty plate and swallowed, seeing a handsome male nurse leaning in the doorframe. He sashayed over to her and sat on the foot of her bed with a smile. “I’m Jonathan Accorsi,” he said, extending his hand. When she didn’t shake, his grin wavered and he put his hand back awkwardly.

“Michaela,” she replied, the name tasting almost alien in her mouth. She didn’t use her first name much. She was used to being called Mickey; Mitch; Mitchie; or even Maela.

Jonathan patted her foot and said, “I know.” His eyes twinkled, and she nodded. “It’s good to see you awake,” he told her. “We were beginning to get worried. You didn’t do anything until the second day.”

She narrowed her eyes and asked, “What did I do?”

Jonathan laughed, and she noticed a little scar under his right eye. “You began mumbling at around 2:00 a.m. At first, it was gibberish, but then you began to form words. Momma, poppa, daddy, no, fire,” he explained with a grin. “We didn’t know what to do but let you continue. Soon enough, you formed sentences. I remember the first sentence you said, actually.”

She yawned and asked him what it was.

“You should rest,” he said, standing up. He injected something into the IV, and she felt extremely sleepy again. “I’ll tell you next time you wake up.”

She began saying that she didn’t want to sleep, that she wasn’t tired, but he kept walking to the door.

“Your eyelids disagree,” he whispered, turning off the light and closing the door behind him.

The End

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