Loving Her Body

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POV: Selene

She really has forgotten a lot.

She doesn't seem to remember anything, not even how to speak respectfully to someone else, especially her superior. She had her ID which has some information and managed to get to her apartment so she must have some form of memories.

No matter what I did though she didn't react normally to any of the things I did. Usually she'd start pleading more rather than getting annoyed with me or actually complaining.

It was a bit difficult to control my bubbling rage as she squirmed under me, though I have an idea of what could bring some of her memories, at least of herself, back.

I hold the book tightly in my hand as I walk towards her room. Normally I'd get Cooper to do this but he needs to catch up on his work and I want to check on Elise myself.

As I open the door to her room, closing it swiftly behind me to block out all the chaotic hospital noises from her room, I turn to see Elise asleep, looking as peaceful as she always does. I kind of wanted her awake so that we could talk but I know I shouldn't wake her.

She's on a lot of medications and drugs that probably make her exhausted and loopy so I doubt I'd get much from her anyway.

I sigh and place the book that she always used to write in on the small table beside her bed that still has uneaten food on it. This may be a private hospital but with her current food restrictions I guess the food isn't particularly pleasant.

It feels like a waste to have come all the way here just to drop off a notebook for her and then leave so I instead sit on the uncomfortable seat in the corner of her room, taking the TV remote to flick through the channels, making sure the volume is quiet so that I don't disturb her.

There really is nothing on any of the channels I scroll through them, getting really bored. Does Elise really have nothing to do other than sleep and eat here?

All the other times she's had to come here for treatment she's only had to stay for maybe a day or two and she had her phone to keep her entertained. Now that I see what she has to keep her mind working here I want to take her to my place so that at least she'll have some more things to do, even when she's stuck in bed for hours.

I turn the TV off as I find nothing, deciding to check work emails on my phone since I always have some work to do. Elise quietly groans and turns in her bed, her peaceful expression changing to one of discomfort and distress.

As she begins tossing and turning more I get a little scared that she's going to end up pulling some of the medical equipment out of her arms. I know that she'll be fine even if she does but seeing her so distressed makes me curious as to what's going through her head.

I get up and perch on the edge of her bed, watching how her brows furrow and her eyes shift and roll under her closed eyelids. I brush some hair out of her face as her breathing gets heavier and she rolls onto her side, curling into a ball and muttering something to herself.

Before I can listen closely to the words leaving her lips she suddenly bolts awake, her breathing hitching as pain goes through her side from her stitches. She holds her side as a cold sweat builds on her forehead, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she struggles to breathe.

Her breath hitches again as she notices me sitting close beside her, my eyes intently on her, watching as she tries to calm herself down.

"What's wrong?" I ask, though I don't particularly care. I just want to know if she's remembered anything.

"I-I..." She pauses as she rubs the back of her head where Dr May said she had quite severe blunt force trauma. "I might have remembered something but it's still so blurry."

She rubs her eyes as she whines, clearly trying to remember whatever she saw in her nightmare, though from her reactions I can assume it was nothing pleasant.

I grab her wrists to stop her as she starts hitting her forehead, complaining at herself, muttering about how useless she's being. She reels back from me a bit as I squeeze her wrists tightly, determined to get her to focus on me.

"Don't hit yourself," I demand. "It's unnecessary and isn't going to help anybody, especially not you. You have enough injuries as it is without you inflicting more on yourself. Don't force yourself to remember anything clearly. Even blurry it's promising if you're getting any of your memories back, so just rest."

My words only seem to upset her more as she lowers her face, letting her hair fall around her features like curtains as she tugs her wrists out of my grip, rubbing them once they're out of my hands.

I sigh and run my finger through my hair, getting tired of her childish behaviour. She was quite mature before all of this and I certainly preferred that version of her.

I can tell she's getting upset with herself but she really needs to stop being so immature if she wants to figure out anything that happened to her. I'm trying my best to figure it out on the background of all my other work which consumes me but Elise is making this so much more difficult.

As she keeps mopping to herself, I get off the bed, grabbing my phone and tucking it into my pocket as I head for the door, putting my hand on the cold handle before looking over my shoulder to talk to her.

"There's a notebook on the table beside you that you always used to write in. You were very protective of it and I presume it was your diary or something," I say, catching her attention. "Reading through it will give you something to do while your stuck in bed."

I leave without another word to her, knowing that I should get back to work now. I've spent far too much time here and I have a lot of work to do besides watching over Elise. If she needs someone Dr May or Cooper can deal with her for now.

I'm far too busy for this.

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