get you on your feet. Just put one arm around me and the other one around Ryder here, and w e’ 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, le t’ 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, u m… 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 did n’ t have to be introduced to the chaos he had referred to.
“ Thank you ,” I said, walking to the door and nodding as he opened it for me.
“ Of course, of course ,” he said. “ Feel free to take a shower, if yo u’ d like. Ther e’ re fresh towels and everything in there. Let me know if I can get you anything . ”
“ Yes, okay, thank you, Ryder ,” I said, smiling at him as best I could muster.
I closed the door behind me and came to face to face with myself in the mirror. Just like with my hands, and my body, it was familiar like only your own face can be, but it was covered in bruises. My left eye was puffy, and I had a scratch on my right cheek and one on my neck. But still, I could not put a name on the person standing in front of me.
I knew what I looked like. I could have drawn a picture of myself before I had looked in the mirror. But why could n’ t I remember anything? This was absurd, and I felt the panic begin to rise in me again.
Quickly, I peed, my mind racing.
Something awful had happened to me, but what? Was someone out there looking for me? Did I have a family? Who would want to beat me? And why? Luckily, there was no pain when I went to the bathroom, so hopefully I was n’ t raped. I was thankful for that. I felt okay, except for the slight pain around my eyes, and a whole lot of sore muscles, but by looking at me, you would n’ t really even know anything was wrong.
I looked like anybody. And yet, somehow, I was nobody.
Ryde r’ s words flowed through my head. He was trying to comfort me, I knew that. He seemed so kind and thoughtful, even if he looked a little intimidating. I was thankful he had saved me from who knows what. Ther e’ s no telling if I would even be alive if he had n’ t come along.
But that bit about everything being okay?
I was n’ t so sure about that. I might not remember what happened, but something certainly did n’ t feel right.
Whatever it was that I had forgotten, it was really bad.
CHAPTER NINE
Ryder
When she came out of the bathroom, I was pacing