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pulsing through
him.
    * * *
*
    The beeps picked up as his hearing adjusted to
reality.
    “ What’s happening?” his sister’s voice came through, clearly
concerned.
    “ Nothing to be worried about,” a strange woman replied,
followed by softer beeps. “The machine just needs to be reset. It
happens every twelve hours. Your brother is fine.”
    Why couldn’t he open his eyes to let Jezzaray know he was all
right?
    “ What about his brain activity?” He heard a faint click and
papers rustled.
    “ The recordings show Jairo’s brain is functioning. That’s a
good thing, other than that, I can’t say more.”
    “ And the doctor, can he give me more details?”
    Metal on metal clanked lightly, a clipboard being attached to
his bed?
    “ I will tell the doctor you wish to know about the results of
the brain waves.” Heels clicked on the tiled floor. “Please do not
be distressed, Miss Silverthorne. This is not the first case we’ve
seen involving coma patients.”
    Silence enveloped the room again, his sister sat at his
bedside. He remembered her doing the same thing a few years back,
when he was in rehab. He wanted to reassure Jezzaray, tell her he
was okay.
    The words remained locked behind the door of this semi-sleep
state.
    “ Jay? Can you hear me?” She sighed. “Reach for her. You know
where she is. Call out to her. Joy can hear you if you’d just
swallow that damn male pride of yours and ask for help, you
idiot.”
    What can this “Joy” do when I don’t remember her? He thought
as the curtain descended.
     
     
     

Chapter
Four
     
    Joy walked through an unknown corridor. She remembered crying
and closing her eyes, but everything else was a blur.
    She paused and cocked her head as images of a beating filled
her mind. She suppressed a shiver and moved forward. Her memory
fogged with hazy edges. Something whispered this had happened
before. Pieces of the missing puzzle, but she recalled
nothing.
    Had her mind picked up where she left off when she woke
up?
    Her jaw ached and teeth felt loose. Falling asleep had been
her escape from the agony of abuse. The new scene set before her
was sterile white. No depth and contrast, absent of color and
emotion. Like a hospital.
    Where am I?
    She took each stair step as if she knew where to go. She
hadn’t visited this particular building before. So why did she
sense she’d been there before and was safe?
    A door opened and she walked through to a bedroom.
    Shame filled her at the realization she let herself be beaten
and he had witnessed everything. A soft click signaled being
enclosed, but she wasn’t afraid. She glanced around until she
located him near a darkened window. One hand on the frame, the
other at his hip, Joy took a single step and stopped.
    Why had he stayed away? The only time he’d been near was when
she fought for her life.
    He’d given her strength when she just wanted to lie down and
die. He refused to let her go. Why?
    She didn’t have his name so she couldn’t call to him. Instead
she waited. He’d sense her soon enough. This man knew whenever she
came near. His shoulders would tense and then relax. He’d tilt his
head and like a wolf, lift his nose, as if catching the scent of
prey.
    Was he a predator?
    “ Why?” He did those actions and his voice shook.
    “ Why, what?” She walked closer and then stopped.
    Fear flooded her. The terror of how she sensed him stabbed her
heart. She voluntarily let herself be fooled before, another piece
of memory slipped into place.
    All her past choices had been to prove her mother right and
herself wrong, to reinforce the logical and rational side of the
world; that a person only had five senses and not more.
    Could she be mistaken about him?
    “ I’d never hurt you.” His voice, laced with an accent she
couldn’t place, answered the question in her mind. “You are my
heart, my soul.”
    She fought to keep the tremors at bay and when he turned to
face her, she stepped back. The expression