Zoya sat down in the waiting room, she hadn't been sat for long but already she was tapping her foot and twiddling her fingers, she had done her research on her new patient and knew that this conversation was unlikely to go well but if she wanted him to communicate with her she had to show some compassion and hopefully this was the first step towards that. "Mr and Mrs Campbell, it's nice to meet you" she outstretched her hand as she stood up then directed them to the empty office "I know you're probably both wondering why i've called you here today, it's just that there have been several letters sent to my patient from your grandson Ryan Woods" pushing the letters forward she leant back "I was wondering if you'd be willing to go with Ryan to see him, guards would be in place and he would be handcuffed"

Tyonna gripped the golden cross on her neck "Blessed is the one who takes refuge in the lord, that man does Satan's work, I won't allow him to go near my grandson and taint him" she began to stand up only to feel her husband's hand rest on hers

"I understand your concern, trust me I do, but so much of your belief is based on forgiveness and if Ryan is the way forward, if Ryan can provide Aditya with the love he deserves he may begin to see things differently, I feel it would be an injustice to take away one of the only good things from his life, doesn't your God teach you to forgive, to love eternally, please I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think it would work" her eyes lit with unshed tears "Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance at life, God would not refuse him, so why do you"?

"He killed my daughter, my son in law and you speak of forgiveness, i'll pray for your soul child but I cannot in goodwill risk my grandson's life, his heart or his soul" shaking her head she pushed her chair in and stepped toward the door

"Why would he deny it, in his records it stated he denied killing Rachel, he didn't speak of her husband, just one meeting, meet the man who saved your daughter's life" Zoya pulled out a folder "In Rachel's own words she called Aditya a saviour, just one chance please, you can leave if you don't like it"

Akoni nodded "One meeting, we will bring him by later, I want the meeting recorded and atleast two guards" he turned to his wife "Let us give him a chance, for our Rachel"

She nodded "One chance, curse his soul if he hurts my boy" slamming the door behind her she walked away fast

Zoya threw her head back "Rebecca, come here" waving her hand she bowed her head "I have an issue, you know my patient well he had a wife, Zoya, now i'm worried that he may become distracted by my name and not allow me to help him, and if he did kill his wife, aren't I in danger"?

Rebecca laughed "Megan would one hundred percent tell you he didn't kill his wife, I told you she's practically obsessed with him right, I don't know, you have something over him girl, use it, maybe it will help" she smiled widely "Think about it like this, the universe is rarely so lazy, every coincidence happens for a reason and maybe this is how you help him, I mean Aemelius is my patient and he is a child killer, gives me the heebie jeebies but he does know some good songs, so i'm using that to get through to him, use what you have"

"Hm, yeah, you're right, i'm just a bit scared" clearing her throat "Thanks, Luce, sorry" she shook her head fast

"That's not even the first time you've called me Lucy, I so want to know who this Lucy is that gives me a run for my money"

"I told you, I don't know a Lucy, I don't really know how it happens" clenching her fist she smirked "It honestly is a mistake, no one could ever replace the great Rebecca" she rolled her eyes

"Yeah true that" she nodded fast "Right now go, I have work to do and so do you, oh and have you met the male Dr Rowlan, he seems proper scary, haven't spoke to him yet though" she shuddered dramatically

"I'll be sure to let him know you said that" winking she backed away "See ya Rebs"

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Aditya allowed the shackles that tied his hands and feet together to weigh him down, each step was torturous. It wasn't like he had suicidal tendencies but if an option to die came his way he wouldn't run the other way. Closing his eyes at the click of the padlocks he stepped back and into the shower hall, initially he had looked forward to the quiet walk once a week to the empty showers, it beat residing in one room but now as he looked around all he could do was recall how things used to be. Turning on the shower to the hottest temperature he removed his clothes and stood beneath it, the heat scalding through his skin to such an extremity that his organs felt on the edge of failure.

"Mr Hooda, this is very inappropriate"

His eyes shot open and his whole body fell cold, the water now nothing but a distant feeling.

"What" she smirked "You stare so much anyone would think you're obsessed" she giggled lightly "Haven't you missed me"?

He couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

"Thought you had a thing for, what was it again"? She tapped her chin

"Nervous, athletic therapists" his voice was thick, grumbly and low and it hurt to even speak since he had refrained from it for so long

"That was it, well, what are you waiting for, aren't you going to have your way with me in the shower, you've always wanted to" her smile made his stomach churn "You seem different" twirling a strand of hair around her finger she tipped her head to the side "Shouldn't you be flirting with me or something, you know telling me how good looking I am"? Leaning against one of the walls she shrugged "You seem sad, maybe even depressed, something is wrong" tugging at her bottom lip she moved closer to him and then as he reached out to touch her, she was gone

Slamming his hand into the tile he shook it as the blood span down the drain and coloured the water burgundy. This was an uncommon occurence, he used to see her all the time, hear her voice and her ariose laughter but then one day it dissapeared, never to haunt him in such a beautiful manner again. In all his life he never expected to feel so low, never expected to feel so empty and so alone. He was used to lonely until she came in and now it was as if he couldn't do anything without her by his side. From meticulous killer with a sarcastic edge he was now a measly man with a silent exterior. Perhaps that was the punishment of failure, he had failed her and in doing so had failed himself

"Time's up" the guards banged his baton against the wall "Dress up"

Aditya gulped down the water, washed his hair and his body then pulled on some clothes as the spray of water gurgled into nothing but drips of what once was. Pulling back the curtain he held out his wrists then paused, sniffed and looked around. Lavender. He grimaced, his facial expressions now showing just how he felt inside, for as long as he had been locked up that scent had never plauged his senses until today, basking in it he edged closer as the guard dragged him along

"I'll take him from here officer" Dr Rowlan's low voice resounded in the empty hallway as she moved his hand so it linked with his muscular arm "You know I miss her too"

Once again he didn't respond, he never did.

Sighing he cleared his throat "Today is the anniversary of when I first met her, so wide eyed and ready to learn, she wouldn't want this for you, you don't have to rot here if you'd just let me help you get out" he swallowed uncomfortably when he shook his head in response "You paid for my sight, paid for my operation so I would live to see another day, allow me to pay you back"

Aditya tapped his hand then entered his cell, looked up and smiled only to then realise the drawings of Zoya had been taken, kneeling he looked around then growled loudly bringing his fist once again into the cold rock wall.

"I'll find out where they are, I promise you that" Martin nodded fast then shut the door, the sounds of his temper raising the last thing he heard as he wandered back upto his office, looking down at his shoes he bumped straight into someone "Oh, i'm so sorry, let me help you"

Zoya raised her head from the floor "Oh, no problem Dr Rowlan, I wasn't looking where I was going" leaning to gather up the papers she giggled "I've always been clumsy"

Martin lowered himself slowly, then as if he was back to that fateful day once again he recalled it all

"Docta Ro Ro, I made a mess" placing her small hand on her lips she giggled

"Oh Zoya, now what are we going to do about Allison's birthday cake" he lifted her up, tutting as he did

"Make anotha one" she nodded fast "Smart me" she pointed to her chest "Silly Docta Ro Ro"

He gasped loudly "You're the clumsy one, we don't have time to make another one"

"Cumsy one" her brows furrowed "Whoops"

Blinking fast he cleared his throat "It's okay, no problem" unable to stop himself he squeezed her hand "You're doing okay here, no one bothering you"?

"Oh no, it's great here, slightly daunting but i'm excited" holding the folder to her chest she sighed "I've heard so much about you, you truly are amazing in this field, sorry, I sound like such a fan" she blushed "I better get these back to my patient, I had his cell cleaned, didn't want them to be ruined"

"Uh Miss Siddiqui" he held a hand out to stop her "Any problems you come see me, okay"? He couldn't help but feel that same old fatherly instinct when he was around her, he sniffed and turned away, now wasn't the time to think back to fond memories

She nodded "Thanks Dr Rowlan" standing to the side she exhaled loudly, after finding out she had the same name as her patient's wife she was fearful of meeting him, pushing it back as long as possible, if she had her choice she would have rather Allison never told her. Opening the small latch on the door she held out the folder with a new pot of pencils and waited for it to be taken

Aditya snatched the file, opened it then ran his fingers over the drawings, they were all there, none had been ruined, therefore she was still with him. He raised his hand to take the pot only to realise the strong scent of lavender now filling his cell. Grabbing her wrist he tightened his hold, whoever this woman was she had stolen his drawings and smelt like the woman that was stolen from him, counting her erratic pulse rate he wet his lips, snatched the container then slammed the small door onto her fingers, revelling in her screams he sat down and set the pictures out before him, there she was, his beautiful wife, the only reminder he had that she had ever existed.

Does Zoya tell anyone about her injury? If so, who?

As you can tell, your answer does matter. I'm so sorry for doing a disappearing act, i've been dealing with some things but I really wanted to do a mass update in time for my birthday so you could celebrate with me. Anyway, I hope you're all well, I hope this story makes sense now:)