Thirty-eight – 07

Phelan closed his eyes and took a pair of breaths, trying to calm himself slightly. Just relax. It’ll all eventually come, right? All of it will come and everything will be fine.

He thought of the girl, with her eyes bright with unshed tears, her honey blonde hair pulled into a messy braid, as if she’d been rushed in fixing it that morning—or every morning. His heart gave that strange, painful double-beat and he shivered slightly. Jameson stayed quiet, leaning back in his chair—Phelan could hear the quiet creak of the metal of the folding camp chair as his companion shifted his weight slightly.

There’s something… His brow furrowed. It was like something out of a dream. Everything hurt, then she put her hands on him. They glowed, glowed like the first rays of dawn as they lit the world, soothed him as nothing else could. The pain ebbed even as he heard her desperate whisper.

“God help me, we can’t lose him. I can’t lose him.”

Jacqueline.

He sat straight up in the bed and swore as his back screamed and his body reported nothing short of agony from a dozen spots. Jameson stood from his chair abruptly, eyes wide. “What the hell, Phelan?”

“Where is she?” He asked, hands fisting in the blankets. “Where’s Jac?”

“I—I think she said she was going to get something to eat.” Jameson blinked at him. “Do you remember her now?”

“Get her,” Phelan whispered. “Get her now.”

Gods and monsters, how could I have forgotten? He shivered violently and barely suppressed the urge to curl into a ball.

Nothing’s right. Everything’s wrong. Gods and monsters. What did she do to me? What did that little monster out there do to me?

“I need her,” Phelan whispered, staring at Jameson with desperation in his eyes. “And I need her now.”

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One Response to Thirty-eight – 07

  1. Yeah! Memory returning. Whew….. Does love heal all? Does love carry the burdens of others?

    Thanks for the latest update. Good to know Phelan does remember, at least his love.

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