Revelations

Lyla

I stared at him, unable to process what I'd just heard him say. Did he just say they'd breathed their last breaths? He killed them?

While I knew that I should be relieved, or maybe appalled that he'd killed someone, I was actually angry. More than angry, actually. I was furious!

"You killed them?" I hissed. "You took away any hope I had to see him pay!"

The expression on his face turned to shock, before he burst out laughing. He actually started laughing!

"It's not funny!" I snapped at him. He really didn't understand my need to see them suffer. Everything they had done to me over the years, all the humiliation, the beatings, the pain, it was my right to see him pay! To make him pay! Hell, if I could have, I would have killed him myself. I certainly planned it enough times. But this man had taken that from me. Now there would be no closure, no way to heal from what he did to me.

He had stopped laughing, but he was still grinning. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. You just... you surprise me. You don't act like any woman I've ever met."

"You obviously haven't met many women I guess." I said crossing my arms over my hospital gown clad chest.

"Not human women."

Human women? What did that mean?

"It means, sweetheart, that the women I've known have been... well..."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. Why was he acting so weird? Did I end up in some wierd cult? Was I going to end up some sacrifice for whatever god they worshipped.

"The only god we worship is actually a godess. The Moon Goddesss to be exact."

I stared at him like he had grown two heads. It really was a cult!

I threw back the blankets and tried to get up. He quickly pushed me back onto the mattress. "No, it's not like that. Just relax for a minute and let me explain."

Before he could say any more, an older woman with graying hair piled on top of her head with a pencil behind her ear and a clip board walked into the room. She wore a white lab coat with a name tag that read Dr. Allan.

"Ah, she's awake!" She enthused warmly and walked to my bed while waving Travis away. He backed up but only a few steps to hover behind her while she checked my vitals. When she was done writing them down on her clipboard she looked at me. "You were in bad shape when Travis brought you in to us." She told me, smiling. "But I'm happy to say you will make a full recovery, though it may take some time. I'm not quite up on human medicine, but I do know that you don't heal the same way that we do so for the time being I'm afraid you will need to take some pain medication and not just that Tylenol you humans are so fond of. It will need to be Vicodin. We've had you on an iv and we've been giving you pain meds through that, but once I release you, you will still need pain management. You are going to have the worst headache of your life for quite some time and your fractured bones will be quite unpleasant." She threw the blanket off of my other leg, the one I hadn't seen when I'd tried to struggle out of bed. There was a white cast on my right leg up to the knee.

I thought I'd heard it snap when goon one had kicked me. Huh, guess the pain meds were working because I didn't feel much of anything.

"Once I release you, Travis will need to stay with you to promote the healing process. His closeness to you at this time is the best way for your injuries to heal."

What the hell was she talking about? 

I put my hand up to stop her talking. "What are you talking about? I hardly know this guy."

Doctor Allan looked sharply back at Travis. "She doesn't know yet?"

"No." He said. "I haven't had a chance to tell her anything yet. When we found her she was already unconscious."

Doctor Allan nodded and turned back to me. "All right. Miss...."

"Mrs. unfortunately." I muttered. "Simmons. Lyla Simmons."

She nodded solemnly. "Well, Mrs. Simmons...."

I cringed at the name. "I hate that name. Just call me Lyla."

She nodded again. "Well, Lyla when I release you, you are going to need someone who can help you. Travis is the only one I see who is capable and willing to do that. And, again, he will help you heal." I opened my mouth to question her but she put her hand up to silence me. "You are a very long way from where you used to live, Lyla. Right now you need to heal and get stronger. Do you have anyone else?"

Did I? I thought about that. I didn't. My parents had been dead a very long time and I had no siblings or extended family. I had grown up in foster homes. I didn't even have any friends to turn to. Paul had made sure of that.

I shook my head, defeated. Behind her, I saw Travis grin triumphantly. Jerk.

"Very well, then. Travis will stay with you and take care of you." She turned to Travis. "I assume your place is actually clean, or do you need to hose it down?"

I almost laughed at that. She sounded like a mom scolding her son.

"It's clean!" He said, defensively. Dr. Allan rolled her eyes. "It is! Anna came over just yesterday and cleaned it up for me!"

Who was Anna?

"My best friends housekeeper." Travis muttered absently to me.

OK. Now I knew he was hearing my thoughts. I didn't know how, but he was. I guess I should have been more wierded out by it, but it kind of felt like it was just something that came naturally for him.

Dr. Allan wrote something on her clipboard. "All right, I'll get your meds ready for discharge and we'll get you out of here." She patted my hand. "No doing anything strenuous." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder at Travis who was still hovering behind her. "Let this knucklehead take care of you."