Broken from her thoughts Iris couldn’t help but look up when Harry had taken a call, frowning at the mention of him leaving. This meant Jacob would no doubt be returning to guard her and she felt more awkward around him than she had Harry. Perhaps it was the fact he was just super silent? Or maybe because every time she looked at Jacob it reminded her of how she had betrayed Cas? It was strange, even though Harry was part of the very same security team she just didn’t picture him in the same boat as Jacob. It had to be because Jacob was usually around Caspain.
Not thinking on it too much she looked over watching him with a curious gaze as he began to shuffle out the room not saying a word to her. Frowning as she watched him leave, she looked at the door hopeful that maybe he would leave it unlocked, maybe she could make a run for it? Those hopes were soon squashed the minute she heard the click of the door signifying it had been locked. “Idiot, of course they would.” Mumbling to herself as she shook her head as she looked around the now empty room. It almost felt eerie, an odd sense of dread washed over her at the thought she was alone in this hospital room because what if Matthew did come back?
No. Matthew was told, I have one more night here away from him. Reminding herself as she shuffled about on the bed catching sight of a folder attached to the end of the bars. Has that always been there? Crawling over she grabbed the blue folder with her fingers and began to skim through the pages realising it was her medical records whilst being here. Crossing her legs her fingers began to trace the words as she looked over what some of the doctors had wrote about her, it felt strange reading about the listed ailments but as she flicked through the pages she caught sight of an older piece of paper.
This was… the bear trap incident. The amnesia. Skimming through the words she could see the signature at the bottom of the paper signalling that this had been inputted by Dr Emmett from when she was first in here and Caspain had found her. Look at all the medications… the… costs. Eyes widened as it landed on the total cost of the bill for that stay and she felt like she couldn’t breathe, all of a sudden feeling lightheaded as she saw the figure. Caspain had never mentioned the cost, not that she could remember, and he had just said how it wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t that much which was a lie. That’s not all though… he took me in. Bought me clothes… items to get by. I owe him so much for getting this far, for surviving how I have. Touching the printed cost of how much the original cost had been she could only think about how she could truly never repay him for what he did for her. It wasn’t about the money along, but about every little detail that was slotting together.
“Cas…”
Whispering his name as she looked at the afflictions she had dealt with when first admitted, amnesia had been writing a few times detailing how much she had remembered and how little she knew. That should have been the first sign I wasn’t from here. I never remembered anything. Shaking her head as she glanced at the later pages detailing what had happened in the prison, a shudder running down her spine as she looked at the comments on what had caused it. Unknown? Yeah right, bullshit. I bet they just can’t document that drug. Hang on!? Mentally unstable? Depressed!? Disregard to own life. I mean wouldn’t you feel like this if you know they’re going to kill you!?
For a moment she felt a rush of hot anger run through her, of course she had reacted badly. What did they expect? A happy prisoner who wasn’t affected by the past events. Deep seated trauma? In anger she ripped the pages from the medical documents throwing them to the floor as she folded her arms, her chest rising and falling quickly from her outburst. “Idiots…” Saying it out loud made her feel better, even though no one was there to hear it just speaking it gave a small sense of relief.
Not thinking on it too much she looked over watching him with a curious gaze as he began to shuffle out the room not saying a word to her. Frowning as she watched him leave, she looked at the door hopeful that maybe he would leave it unlocked, maybe she could make a run for it? Those hopes were soon squashed the minute she heard the click of the door signifying it had been locked. “Idiot, of course they would.” Mumbling to herself as she shook her head as she looked around the now empty room. It almost felt eerie, an odd sense of dread washed over her at the thought she was alone in this hospital room because what if Matthew did come back?
No. Matthew was told, I have one more night here away from him. Reminding herself as she shuffled about on the bed catching sight of a folder attached to the end of the bars. Has that always been there? Crawling over she grabbed the blue folder with her fingers and began to skim through the pages realising it was her medical records whilst being here. Crossing her legs her fingers began to trace the words as she looked over what some of the doctors had wrote about her, it felt strange reading about the listed ailments but as she flicked through the pages she caught sight of an older piece of paper.
This was… the bear trap incident. The amnesia. Skimming through the words she could see the signature at the bottom of the paper signalling that this had been inputted by Dr Emmett from when she was first in here and Caspain had found her. Look at all the medications… the… costs. Eyes widened as it landed on the total cost of the bill for that stay and she felt like she couldn’t breathe, all of a sudden feeling lightheaded as she saw the figure. Caspain had never mentioned the cost, not that she could remember, and he had just said how it wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t that much which was a lie. That’s not all though… he took me in. Bought me clothes… items to get by. I owe him so much for getting this far, for surviving how I have. Touching the printed cost of how much the original cost had been she could only think about how she could truly never repay him for what he did for her. It wasn’t about the money along, but about every little detail that was slotting together.
“Cas…”
Whispering his name as she looked at the afflictions she had dealt with when first admitted, amnesia had been writing a few times detailing how much she had remembered and how little she knew. That should have been the first sign I wasn’t from here. I never remembered anything. Shaking her head as she glanced at the later pages detailing what had happened in the prison, a shudder running down her spine as she looked at the comments on what had caused it. Unknown? Yeah right, bullshit. I bet they just can’t document that drug. Hang on!? Mentally unstable? Depressed!? Disregard to own life. I mean wouldn’t you feel like this if you know they’re going to kill you!?
For a moment she felt a rush of hot anger run through her, of course she had reacted badly. What did they expect? A happy prisoner who wasn’t affected by the past events. Deep seated trauma? In anger she ripped the pages from the medical documents throwing them to the floor as she folded her arms, her chest rising and falling quickly from her outburst. “Idiots…” Saying it out loud made her feel better, even though no one was there to hear it just speaking it gave a small sense of relief.