Khaat looked over at the clock on Brian's nightstand. It was almost noon. Noon? What day was it? How much time had she lost? Jess and Brian were saying the babies needed to eat. But she had just had lunch...wait....when? The aroma of her mother's soup filled the air. That had not been the last lunch she remembered.
The fog continued to try to lift. She wanted to speak, but she wasn't sure that the link between her mind and her voice worked yet. It wasn't far off, but it wasn't quite there yet. As she looked around, she saw there was another tea mug on her nightstand.
"You want that?" Brian asked. "Allow me." He flicked his finger at it and levitated it over to her. She took it in both her hands, glad for the warmth. She looked at her hands and then her wrists. There were marks on her wrists. She knew the marks as well as she knew her own name. Chains. She had been chained. Very recently. Her memories of Barker--the last man she could truly remembered had chained her. And then, something very foggy that had happened from the last lunch she remembered.
Wait...The ball...but then it went black. The memories wouldn't come. What had happened at the ball? She hadn't had those marks last night. She looked at Brian questioningly. Then she noticed a tip of white gauze peeking out from under the blankets, right near Brian's heart. She moved to pull back the blanket and he stopped her.
"I"m fine," he said. "Stop pushing. You panicked last night, but I'm fine. Honest." What? She had panicked? Had there been a need for it? "Khaat," Brian repeated firmly. "Get yourself together. You're safe. I"m fine. Everyone got back safe and sound. Do we need to do a head check for you so you can see?" She shook her head. "Good. Now drink your tea. I'll answer all your questions later. I promise." She wanted to be able to get up, find her footing, but she didn't know if she could do that. She went to try to move, to sit up, but he laid a hand on her arm. "Babe, give it a bit, okay? Jess, if she really wants up, she'll need help to support her at least at first. I don't know if thats a job for you. You might want to ask Robert or one of the guys. I'm not sure what she wants, and I don't know if she knows."