Take Me
Alice gently laid her sweaty body on the bed, then hurried out of the room to fetch her some water.
Alisha glanced around, feeling dizzy and unwell.
She'd never felt this exhausted before in her life.
And the worst part? She couldn't remember much of what had happened or why Alice looked so stressed when he saw her.
It was as if she'd woken up after an eternity, her body feeling like it had been asleep forever.
It reminded her of the time she'd passed out at Alice's office, but this felt even worse.
Now, she felt like her body was falling apart and everything was a mess.
Her whole body felt sticky and dry, which only made things worse.
‘What's happening?’ she wondered, her mind struggling to piece things together.
Ever since she'd met Alice, or rather, since he'd forced himself into her life, things had changed.
He spoke to her inappropriately, touched her without permission, and now she had no recollection of what happened.
It made her feel like he was casting some sort of spell on her, because how else could she explain her sudden memory loss?
It was something she'd never experienced before.
How was she suddenly suffering from it now?
The idea refused to register in her mind, as it seemed beyond her comprehension at the moment.
"Angel, here, have some water," Alice came running back, sliding beside her and supporting her head so she could drink.
Alisha looked at him, noticing his tired eyes and how weak he looked, a far cry from his usual self.
Something was seriously wrong, and she had no idea what it could be.
"How are you feeling, Angel? Is your head spinning? Do you feel nauseous? Any pain in your body?" he asked, his eyes examining her closely.
"I have a headache and feel a little nauseous, but I'm okay. I don't feel like throwing up... yet," Alisha replied as she took a sip of water, feeling some relief as it trickled down her throat.
It felt like she hadn't had water in ages, which made her wonder how long she'd been out of it.
Judging by Alice's reaction, something serious had happened, and that's why he was so panicked.
"What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so much pain?" she asked, her voice thick and choked with emotion.
Alice looked at her, knowing she had no memory of what had happened downstairs and how she'd been in a coma for two days.
"You lost consciousness suddenly and have been asleep for the past two days," he lied, maintaining a straight face.
It was the best explanation he could come up with for now.
Alisha blinked, trying to process Alice's words, but they felt like a blur in her foggy mind.
Two days? Coma?
It seemed impossible, yet as she tried to recall the events leading up to this moment, everything was hazy.
She struggled to remember anything beyond fleeting images and disjointed snippets of conversation.
Fear crept into her heart as she realised the severity of the situation.
"What happened to me?" she asked again, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
Alice's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and guilt.
"It's... it's a long story, Angel. But right now, the most important thing is that you're awake and safe," he replied, his voice gentle yet strained.
Alisha's mind raced with a million questions, but she could see the exhaustion etched into Alice's features.
"Did you do something to me?" Alisha asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Alice's eyes widened in shock. He knew he'd behaved poorly, but he never imagined she would suspect him of causing her to lapse into a coma.
He couldn't deny that he had pressured her during their conversation about porn, but at the time, it had all seemed like harmless fun. He deeply regretted it now.
In fact, he despised himself for it. He used to find Alisha's boldness amusing, but after what happened two days ago, he never wants to see it back .
He couldn't shake the memory of it .
"Why are you silent? Tell me what you did to me? Why don't I remember anything?" Alisha's voice trembled with fear and confusion.
"I don't know, Angel. I never did anything to you. How could you accuse me?" Alice's voice was tinged with frustration and disbelief.
"Because nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and being in a coma for two days is no joke," Alisha's tone was filled with anxiety and desperation.
"Still, it's not my fault," Alice's words were defensive, but underneath lay a hint of guilt and uncertainty.
He could deny it all he wanted, but deep down, he felt a twinge of guilt, wondering if he was somehow to blame for what had happened.
And hearing Alisha say that nothing like this had ever occurred before only made it worse for him.
He couldn't shake the memory of Alisha's agitation in front of Mary, and the way Mary had reacted that day hinted at a deeper understanding of the situation.
He knew he needed to get more details from Mary, as Alisha seemed clueless about why and how she ended up in that state.
But for now, he didn't feel ready to go back there. Right now, his priority was getting Alisha's condition stable.
"You rest, sweetheart. You don't need to stress your head. Just try to relax and don't think about anything else. If you want, I can take you out for some food or lunch at your favourite place," Alice offered, gently pushing the topic aside, not wanting to add any more stress to Alisha's already troubled mind.
Alisha licked her lips, considering his suggestion. Maybe it was the best option for now, especially since he seemed to be avoiding any serious conversation.
She couldn't see any other way of getting answers at the moment.
So it seemed like a good idea to just get some food into her system and try to return to normal.
She couldn't help but worry about Mary and how she was coping with her absence.
She was certain that Mary would be stressed to the max.
To meet Mary, she needed to get better soon. Otherwise, seeing her like this would only add to Mary's stress.
Alisha had agreed to stay here for Mary's sake, but now she didn't even know how she had ended up in a coma for two days.
And she had no idea how much her wounds had healed in that time.
“Take me to the beach.”
