Hi everyone, yup, little old me again.
Well, the RL problems have subsided a little, but there's still loads of stuff to worry about.
Anyway, I feel a little better now, so have written 2 chapters. I haven't finished typing up the following chapter yet, and won't do so for a few days since I have to revise for my IT exam which is on Thursday.
Devlishlishcas & not_of_this_earth thank you for your kind words and support
Lana aww, that's so sweet! thanks for the rose, it really cheered me up loads
Well, hope you'll enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think of it!!
Part 6
"How are you enjoying your soup?"
"It's delicious! Compliments to the cook." Liz said happily.
Max had brought her some soup in bed, as he hadn't wanted her to walk down the long staircase in her still weakened state. The last time she had set foor on the stairs and what had happened after that had been permanently imprinted into his brain. The doctor had insisted on fresh nutritious light soups to start off before moving onto more solid foods. This was so that her body didn't need to work twice as hard to digest the food while it was still on the mend.
It had been almost two weeks since Liz had woken up. With healthy nutritious food in her, she was healing remarkably fast. Most of the dark bruises were gone leaving only a slight yellowish tint. The cuts were already scarring and were less raw.
Liz had pondered on what to tell Max. Should she tell him tell him she was leaving soon? or should she just leave a note, or maybe she would leave without telling him. No! that would be rude after the hospitality and kindness he had shown her. He had devoted all his attention to her, and had looked after her well. Liz decided she would tell him face to face when the time was right.
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3 weeks later
Liz wandered down the hall from the guest room she had been moved to, since Max didn't need to keep a critical eye on her anymore like when she had fallen into a coma all those weeks ago; plus when Liz had found out it was his bed she had been sleeping in, she had blushed a furious red. Max had wanted to monitor her progress as he worked in his study. After that revelation, Liz had insisted on having a room of her own to stay in. But that didn't stop the nightmares that still plagued her sometimes when she slept. Her crying and screaming had had Max running to her room in the dead of night to comfort her. She never did explain fully about the dreams, though they seemed to be getting more and more frequent. Liz knew her hidden emotional state was catching up with her, and she was afraid she'd talk in her sleep.
Max had been shocked to find her sleeping on the floor beside her bed one night. When he'd asked her if she'd been sleeping there since she'd moved into the new room, he was met with a diverted answer. "I must've fallen out of bed. I tend to do that a lot." Max didn't believe her for a second. For one, the bed had been perfectly made and unslept in, and second, Liz was a terrible liar. Only after he threatened that she sleep in his room again did she reluctantly agree to sleep in her own comfortable bed. Plus, with her constant nightmares and shouts, it wouldn't be good for Max to find her on the floor again. Max still recived no answer as to why she chose to sleep on the hard floor. Her secrets were starting to worry him to a near fever pitch. Just what was it that she was hiding?
Liz tapped lightly on the door to study that ajoined Max's bedroom.
"Come in." Max's authoritative voice rang out.
"hello Max. Um, am I disturbing you?" Liz said shyly.
"No, not at all. Come on in." Max left his desk, and went help her into a easy chair."How are you feeling?" he asked gently.
"I'm fine, much better now. Thank you." Liz paused "Actually, that's what i've come to talk to you about."
"It is?" Max was starting to get an uneasy feeling about this.
"Yes. I'm leaving soon. I thank you for taking such good care of me, if there was a way I could repay you back I would, but I really don't have anything but my thanks."
Panic ensued through Max. He didn't want her to leave. He liked having her around, he enjoyed his company with her. Everytime he saw her, it made his heart pitter patter with joy and excitement. And though he couldn't explain the effect she was having on him, he knew he wanted to find out more. Plus the mystery about her kept him intrigued. There was something about her vunerable state that made his maleness want to reach out and wrap her in his arms and protect her from whatever it was that caused her so much pain and suffering.
"Liz, you don't have to leave, you can stay here for as long as you want."
Liz looked down at Max kneeling before her as she sat on the chair. Even his caring personality was starkingly similar to Andrew's. Andrew. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over.
"Liz, what's wrong, why are you crying? are you in pain?" Max asked worriedly.
Physically? not really anymore. Emotionally? Liz doubt she would ever heal.
"No." Sniff "I'm not in any pain."
"Then why are you crying?"
"I...um...I'm just sad that I have to leave."
"Liz, you don't have to leave. I don't mind having you around. In fact, I very much enjoy your company. And besides, Your injuries aren't completely gone yet, and you still need to build up your strength."
"I'll be fine Max. Really."
"Liz, where will you go? you still haven't told me where you live or even where you're from. I don't want you to wander around and get lost again."
Max was right. If she wandered out into the world now, she was sure to get lost since she had no clue as to where she was. She wasn't even from around these parts. Then where would she be? She could always go back to where she came from.......but was that really an option?
Liz looked down at his hands which held hers tenderly.
"Well, I guess I could stay for a little while longer." She looked up to his face and saw his expression light up with happiness and relief?
Max decided to change the subject.
"Do you like to ride?"
"Ride?" Liz asked puzzled.
"A horse. Do you even know how? if not I could teach you..."
"Of course I know how to ride a horse! I love horses." Liz said empathetically. "My mother taught when I was little before she...." Liz abruptly stopped when she realised she'd accidently slipped up. She quickly turned away from his gaze. "I mean, uh, I already know how to ride."
Max immediatly knew she had slipped up some important information about her life. He was more curious now than ever.
"Liz, why don't you ever talk about yourself, or your family? I know you said you don't have any, but Liz, I want to know the truth. I want to know how you suffered all those injuries that could have possibly killed you if I had not found you in time."
Liz refused to look at him. So he gently pulled her chin to direct her gaze to him.
"Liz, please tell me. If someone has hurt you, I want to know who it is. I won't let them get away with it. Liz please." Max pleaded, hoping she would open up a little to him.
Liz looked down at her hands and started to fidget. Her voice was quiet and faraway as she spoke.
"It's never been this bad before. My injuries I mean. Usually their pretty minor."
"Minor? Liz, you shouldn't be getting injuroes at all!" he said incredulously.
Max needed to start somewhere, at the beginning if possible. He still lacked knowledge for a place to begin, but her accidental slip up about her mother gave him an opening to begin.
"Liz, tell me about your mother." he said gently.
TBC!! uh, did that suck? good bad? please tell me!
