Fated but Forgotten

Chapter 9 -Aria

The blue-eyed Beta is here again. Or I assume he is the Beta. I am sure I have heard them refer to him as Beta… but irrelevant of that, he is in my room once again. In fact, I am beginning to wonder if he ever leaves. He seems to be here when I fall asleep, and he is here when I wake again. Watching me. Trying to make conversation with me. Acting like we are some sort of friends. Why, I have yet to work out. But he is here. And his eyes appear to struggle to tear themselves away from me.

I don’t think my brain feels capable of working that sort of thing out right about now. He acts so peculiar, and I have never met a man quite like him, that I can remember... the way he acts confuses me... My whole body aches, and my brain just feels kind of fuzzy… slower than it ever did before. I had to hit my head. But the doctor hasn’t told me I did. Although I don’t think the doctor has told me much at all… something about memory… but I think they have to be wrong, I can remember just fine. Other than not knowing who these people are, but that isn’t memory when they are strangers, is it?

“Oh, how I would laugh at you as you tried to understand the many ways of being a wolf…” his voice was deep and charming once more. I imagine this man must have women falling at his feet. His voice was extremely soothing, and despite the panic I felt so frequently, listening to him talk became quite soothing... and as I momentarily glanced his way, he had a faraway look in his eyes, and a slight smile decorating those lips of his. Like he was off in another world...

He seemed to be telling his tales again. Stories that made little sense to me, but seemed to make him smile... or brought a tone of emotion to his voice. He had been talking about my Grandma’s cabin earlier, I was sure of it. I have to say, that had taken me by surprise that he had known about that. Yet it had sparked a little curiosity inside of me. Making me wonder, juust how much did these people know about me?

“I loved the time I would have with you there. So peaceful. Just you and me. In our own little piece of tranquil heaven. Maybe I should have kept it just you and me there, instead of bringing you to the pack.” As I looked up again to the man perched at the foot of my bed, curious now of what he spoke about, I could see he was still staring off into the distance, this time seemingly deep in thought. Seems the stories he created took a lot of thought.

“Maybe when you are well again we could visit the cabin.” He mused, and now he had my attention. I planned to return to the cabin when I left the hospital. It was my safe haven… always had been ever since being a child. And if I returned to a place that belonged to my family, then surely they would be able to find me more easily...

“Why?” I demanded, curious why he would need to take me to the cabin. Did he plan to keep me prisoner?

“It may be good for you to visit there. Help bring back positive memories for you, Tesoro.” There was that word again… another word of affection. One my Dad used for my Mum… usually when he was sweet-talking her... so why was he using it for me? I was a virtual stranger to this man, yet he spoke to me like I was something more…

“Would you like a bath or a shower today?” Rocco asked me suddenly, “I am sure the doctor said you would be okay to. And I imagine you would feel a lot better after being refreshed.”

I found myself frowning. What business was it of his? The nurses helped me take a bed bath. It wasn't like I was filthy... “I can help you.” he added, like it was the most natural thing in the world. But my heart raced at his words. How dare he think I would allow that!

I shook my head emphatically. “No.” I snapped. I don't think so.

He nodded, like he was unsurprised by my reaction. “Or the nurses could help. I asked one of the omegas to pick up your favorite toiletries. The shower gel... shampoo... oh that sweet smelling soap... So you will smell just the way you like.” he told me with a tender smile, but that smile did nothing but turn my stomach. Why is this man acting like he knows me? How would he know what my favorite toiletries were?

The look upon my face must have given away more than I ever planned. Because he stood from the bed, and paced across the room, his hand running through his hair in frustration. “I am sorry, I did not think. It seemed a natural thing to offer, but a bath or a shower may be good, rather than just the bed bath they offer. It will get you up and moving from the bed. If you need assistance, the nurses would gladly help you, Aria. But, again, I am sorry if I overstepped the mark. I do not think I am very good at this.” His voice wobbled as he spoke, like every word was a struggle. What was he not good at? He was certainly good at pushing too hard… at trying to be something we are not…

And all of that simply made me feel uncomfortable. I did not know this man, and he did not know me. I wish he would give me my space. I needed my space, and as soon as I felt well enough, I would be requesting tthey allow me to leave.