He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 26

Chapter 6

I stayed up until dawn.

I’d searched every inch of the first floor but couldn’t find any way to escape.

Finally, cold and hungry, I found a bedroom on the first floor, wrapped myself in a blanket, and collapsed on the bed.

My sleep was full of nightmares.

I dreamed about my days overseas, kicking and thrashing.

“Stay away from me.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“I don’t have any money, I swear I don’t have anything left. Please just leave me alone.”

“It hurts so much. Daddy, Mommy, please help me!”

“What do you mean I can’t sell blood anymore? I’m fine, I can still do it.”

“Please, doctor, I’m desperate for the money!”

Every time I fell into these nightmares, I couldn’t wake up. Only after living through all of them, like some kind of punishment, would I finally

be released.

Through the haze, someone seemed to be standing nearby, shouting loudly.

“What are you standing around for? Go get a doctor.”

“Yes, sir.”

The nightmare finally got interrupted.

I rolled over, curled up, and fell back asleep.

A little while later, it felt like someone was touching my hand.

Then something cold flowed up my arm and through my whole body.

My uncomfortable body felt a bit better.

“How is she?”

“Still running a fever. After three IV bags, it should come down.”

The conversation continued.

“There’s a room next door. You can rest there.”

“Mr. Nash, can I examine Miss Kane’s body? I’ll need to remove some clothing.”

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Chapter 6

The person speaking was stammering.

“Sorry, I don’t mean anything by it. Maybe you should do it, Mr. Nash.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?” The voice sounded exactly like Cole Nash.

“Miss Kane seems to have a lot of injuries.”

“You can go now.”

In my sleep, I felt someone moving my clothes.

I instinctively raised my hand to block them.

But my whole body was weak, and I couldn’t stop it.

My shirt was pulled off.

I was furious.

“Don’t touch my clothes.”

Maybe because the person’s movements were gentle, I wasn’t as scared.

I mumbled.

“Put it back on, please. If I get cold, everything’s gonna hurt again.”

“Some of these scars keep trying to heal but they just won’t close up right.”

In my dreams, in the warmth, a drop of something warm fell on my chest.

Deep in my sleep, I actually dreamed of Cole Nash for the first time in years.

And he was crying.

In the pitch–black dreamscape, was I seeing things?

I wanted to chase after him, to see more clearly.

But it was already getting light.

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