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“Hey there, Raelyn. I’m Dr. Asher Nichols.” My eyes break from the blue-eyed god to find the doctor talking to me.
And instantly, I get lost in the doctor’s eyes, beautiful green eyes with flecks of grey in them. He has his salt and pepper hair combed back to almost perfection, with white buzzed patches above his ears. His jaw and face are so well defined, with a smattering of a beard starting. But damn those eyes…
“Can we sit you up slowly?” the doctor asks as he holds his hand out toward me. I don’t reach out to his hand; instead, I push myself up. The doctor doesn’t try to help, but he watches me carefully, understanding I don’t really want to touch him. “There you go.”
“Here, she needs to drink something.” My eyes meet a muscular giant with black hair and emerald eyes. These eyes are more vibrant than the doctor’s. Jesus, these fucking eyes are going to be the death of me.
They almost were once.
I slam my eyes shut as I try to shake the thought from my head. My only focus needs to be getting out of here, then I can have my panic attack.
“Drink.” I look back up at the emerald-eyed man as he shoves the water bottle in my face. His voice is harsh, and he seems more annoyed than anything.
Someone must have pissed in his Cheerios.
“Take it easy, Cameron. Raelyn just passed out; let her make sense of it all.” My eyes find the man who knows my name. His blue eyes soften at the sight of me. Oddly, I don’t fear him. His blond hair is messy, his lips turned down. He looks sad. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
I study him for a moment, trying to place him with the few faces I can remember. His voice is so familiar, but I can’t remember a time I have seen his face before. I shake my head.
“Can you guys back away for a moment?” he asks the gigantic god-like men around me. With a nod, they all take a few more steps back. He kneels down to the floor to be more level with me. “My name is Andrew Spencer. You, however, can call me Drew.”
My mind still fights itself in trying to place Drew.
He bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “Do you remember that you were in a fire a few weeks back?”
Do I remember the fire? Not really. I remember escaping. I remember running and finding freedom. But then I was in a hospital, and was told I was in a fire. So, I shake my head.
Drew lets out a sigh. “Well, you were, and I was the one who got you out. I found you in that room, Raelyn.”
What the fuck? Is this real? Did he really rescue me? Did he really get me out?
“Yeah, I really got you out,” he answers as if he can read my mind. “I wanted to see you in the hospital, but by the time they let me go and were allowing you visitors, you had disappeared.”
“You got me out?” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“I did. I got you to safety. The paramedics and firefighters got to work just as I was getting you out of the house.”
Without even thinking, my arms fly out and wrap around him. It throws him off balance for a moment, but he catches himself. He doesn’t wrap his arms around me, but he keeps me steady.
And then I let out a sob.
Tears and agony just flow from me. The pain and suffering I endured in that hell, the one I would have died in, he saved me from.
The place I wished for death in.
“Thank you,” I say through my tears. To be honest, I never thought I would leave that hell, my prison. I was fully prepared to die and to think I was moments away from that actually happening.
Until he rescued me.
“Is it okay if I touch you?” Drew asks quietly, and I almost gasp at the question. Fuck knows how long people took what they wanted from me, touched me when they wanted to.
I nod in response to his question, and slowly, his arms softly wrap around me. A warmth I have never felt before spreads through me. A comfort.
I’m not sure how long I cry on his shoulder, but I feel myself being picked up and brought elsewhere. I soon find myself on his lap, and I continue to get lost in my own mind. Drew softly caresses my back and arm, telling me to get it out.
A bottle of water in my face startles me out of my thoughts.
“Drink.” It’s emerald eyes, Cameron. “You need to drink. Small sips.”