𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 & 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 15: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ

(Song fits him so well.. )

Time Skip: A Week Later...

     I awoke to the sound of movement in my hospital room. I shot up both out of paranoia, and pure fear. I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw a nurse, and watched as she changed my IV bag. 'I'd be lying if said I had gotten out of that "incident" scotch free. Aside from my physical injuries, my mental state has been going downhill. Lately, I've been feeling more on edge and weary of anyone, and anything around me. After the first few days of my stay at the hospital, I started to have flashbacks of what happened.

   The only reason being, because of my memories returning to me. I was able to deal with it for a while, that is, until those flashbacks turned into nightmares, violent ones at that. I'd feel like I'm going through the whole ordeal again, like I'm living through the same events over, and over. These nightmares are only deterring me from getting any wink of sleep and I'm suffering because of it. When I do manage to slip away, I only end up forcing myself to wake up before another one ensues. It's an endless cycle of torment. I can't tell anyone about this, because I know for a fact if I go to my superiors, they'll dismiss me for me being mentally unstable without a second thought.

      No, asking for help is not an option, at least not right now. I've worked too hard to get my position, and I won't lose it just because of some damn nightmares. I can get through this, I used to have nightmares all the time. On the bright side, König has been staying with me, to aid the nurses in caring for me. In doing so he's seen me have full out panic attacks ,and he always tries his best to comfort me whenever I breakdown. I'm thankful for him, truly, but his comfort doesn't really help with my nightmares. If anything, I rely on him and his company too much.'

   The nurse bided me a 'good morning', waking me up from my little reflection moment. I nodded my head in response to her, watching as her face scrunched up in worry and concern. She looked like she wanted to ask me something, but she stopped herself. She waved goodbye to me before making her way out of my room. I zoned out for a bit, and the sound of the door being clicked closed brought me back to reality. I swiveled my head around, looking for something- no someone. 'Where is König?'

   When my one eye failed to locate his huge body, I sighed, and decided to shift over to the edge of the bed. Every day, I would have to call for assistance to get out of it. Whether I needed water, to stretch or to use the bathroom, I was never allowed to walk on my own. It was strictly forbidden by the nurses, but it was mainly König who stayed on my ass about it. Today, however, I had decided that I was going to walk by myself. I had depended on the nurses way too much, calling them every hour or so just to help me walk. 'They're probably tired of me already. I'm just going to the bathroom anyways, it's not that far.'

   I took in a deep breath. 'Alright, I can do this. First detach the IV.'  I had watched both the nurses, and König do it so many times that I'd learned to memorize the steps -just in case of an emergency. Once I got free of the IV, I planted my palms into the mattress, preparing myself to stand. I took in a deep breath, 'One...two...three.'  I pushed myself to stand a bit too hard, as I almost ended up faceplanting in the process. Unfortunately, I didn't think about how or what I'd use to stabilize myself, so I started flailing my arms around to keep myself from falling. I soon realized it wasn't working as my body began falling drastically forward.

   I panicked a bit, and reached out to grab-hold of a nearby table, making a whole bunch of noise in the process. My heart was pounding aggressively in my chest. 'Okay, okay. I'm fine. I made it through the first few steps. You've got this Belle. Let's just hope the nurses didn't hear that.'  I thought to myself, while I stood there leaning on that table, steadying myself. Eventually, I worked up the courage to push off it, wobbling a few steps to a nearby wall. I pressed my palms against it and began balancing myself to take wider, and faster steps. Bad idea. As I slowly made my way closer, and closer to the bathroom, I lost my focus and took too big of a step. I ended up tripping over my own two feet, leaving me with no time to prepare for the fall, and no time to catch myself.