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with me?  I snapped out of it.
    “What? Wearing?”
    “Yeah, when you found me.”
    “Oh, yeah, that.  Well, you were barefoot, but I found some heels that probably belong to you.  And you had on a very short, tight denim skirt.  And a tight, black tank top.”
    She wrinkled her nose, and all I could think about was how adorable she was.  And how, if the circumstances were different, and she was lying in my bed, under my sheets, I wouldn’t be sitting here beside her fully clothed.
    “I see. That’s so weird.”  Her voice fell away and her eyes filled with confusion.  
    “Um…I um…” she turned to me again shyly, and then took a deep breath.  “I really need to use a bathroom.”
    “Oh!  Right!”  I jumped up.  “Of course, god, I bet you do.”  I stared blankly at the IV tube coming out of her hand.  “Okay, shit…um…well, let me go get Doc again, okay?”
    “Just…um…you know, stay here.  Don’t go anywhere.”  I said, and I ran out the door to find Doc.

    CHAPTER EIGHT
    Grace

    “Don’t go anywhere,” he said.  
    I looked down at my body, my legs covered in sweat pants that were a little too tight for my curvy hips, and a t-shirt that was entirely too big.  The IV in my hand practically tied me to the bed, and he was telling me not to go anywhere?
    Where would I go?  Where in all of the world would I go? 
    Was this really happening to me? Maybe I was dreaming.  I remembered nothing before I woke up.  The only thing I could recall was vague, streaky images of light and muffled music.  Everything before that just didn’t exist.
    How in the hell could this be possible? 
    I looked down at my hands.  They were familiar.  My body was familiar.  But when I tried to remember how old I was, or what my name was, I came up empty. 
    Doc came in and went straight to removing the IV from my arm. 
    “I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore,” he said.  He was like a big, jolly bear.  I decided that I liked him immensely.
    “Okay…um, thank you…Doc,” I said to him, my voice full of gratitude.
    “Sure, honey, you bet.  Okay, now let’s get you on your feet.  Just put one arm around me and the other one around Ryder here, and we’ll get you up real nice and slow.”
    My body was sore and I winced in pain.  But I was determined to get up, to get out of this bed, to figure out who the hell I was and where I came from, and going to the bathroom was the first step in doing that.
    When I felt the warmth of Ryder on my right, I felt chills run along my skin.  I inhaled, and the musky, leathery scent of him took up permanent residence deep inside the corners of my mind. 
    Slowly, they pulled me up, and my toes touched the braided rug on the side of the bed.  I grunted as I engaged my thigh muscles, the weakness noticeable, but thankfully not debilitating.  I stood on my feet, a little wobbly, but I stayed upright.  
    “Okay, good, good,” Doc said.  Ryder held on to me silently, his warm arm wrapped around the back of my waist.  “Now, let’s take a few steps, shall we?”
    I put one foot in front of the other, and after several steps, I removed my arms from around their shoulders.  First Doc, then with just a flash of recognition that I was hesitant to let him go, I let go of Ryder.  He kept his warm hand on the small of my back and I continued forward.  He walked beside me and with each step I took, I became steadier. 
    Finally, his fingertips disappeared from my back, and I was walking all alone.
    “I think I’m okay,” I said.  “Thank you.”
    They stood beside each other, nodding and smiling at me.  
    “So, um…the bathroom?”
    “Oh, right!” Ryder said, motioning towards a door in the corner of his room, opposite the one he had come out of.  I remembered how he had described what was on the other side of that door, and I was thankful I didn’t have to be introduced to the chaos he had referred to.
    “Thank you,” I said, walking