A moment of peace.

For every second of her life, it is something Scarlet has yearned for. Yet, it has also been the one thing that even her whole fortune put together can't buy. Because peaceful silence, tranquility, are the only places where her heart and mind is always at rest, and nothing is life threatening.

Sometimes though, sleep gives her that.

When she sleeps, she dreams. In her dreams, she's a Princess, she always finds her Prince Charming, they get married, have ten kids, and live happily ever after.

When she sleeps, Scarlet is at peace. Everybody does feel at peace while sleeping, but for her, it's a whole other kind. With the occasional nightmare.

But not this time around, as Scarlet sleeps right now, there's no Castles, no beautiful dreams or realistic nightmares.

She knows that she's on a hospital bed. She has broken pieces of a memory of her having an accident. They aren't clear, but that might as well be a side effect of the pounding headache she's experiencing. Once it's gone, everything will become more clearer.

But that is not what worries Scarlet the most. Her little girl. Scarlet has a baby girl waiting for her. Is she home alone? Is she scared? Is she crying? Has she eaten?

Shit

Scarlet tries to pry her eyes open, she needs to wake up.

And she does.

There's a wide window on the side of the room through which bright sunrays shine into her room. The light is too much it's blinding. Someone needs to close it. But she hasn't found her voice yet. She groans as she brings her left hand up to cover her eyes as the right one is bound by an IV, but before she covers them, the window blinds are mercifully draped down.

Thank God for telepathic caretakers!

Now what she needs is to see her Lea. When the bleariness in her eyes subsides, the first thing Scarlet notices is a god!

The straight from Greek Mythology kind of man!

Yes maybe that was so cheesy of her. But if anyone else had seen him, they wouldn't mind the cheese.

He sitting down beside her on an armchair, his face cupped within his palms and his elbows are resting on the knees. While his face is a little obscured by brown curls, Scarlet can still make out the shape of his long sharp nose, beautiful chiselled lips while big grey eyes with the faintest shade of blue watch her as she wakes up.

He looks really tired.

Scarlet frowns.

Could it be that he hasn't rested at all? Waiting for her to wake up? She sure hopes that's not the case. Then again, she would be flattered.

"Hmmm I can die in peace now." Scarlet murmurs dreamily and dramatically rests her head back on the pillows.

"I'm sorry?" The god asks, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Mr. Grey." She greets innocently with an overly sweetened voice, add a grin. She grimaces when it hurts to smile.

The god stands up, looking a little...uncomfortable? But he's also suppressing a chuckle. Scarlet must have lost her memory, yes, that must be it. Because she doesn't remember having such a hot Greek god for a boyfriend. He's sure as hell not her brother. And if he were, she would straight up disown her parents. Having such a hot man for a brother should be illegal.

"Um...I'm going to call the doctor." The god says, jerking a thumb in the direction of the doorway.

Is he trying to run away?

Mr. Grey narrows his eyes at her. Did she say that out loud? Well crap!

But he's looking out of place, confusing Scarlet's already confused mind. He doesn't look like a doctor. So he must at least be a friend or something? But then why doesn't she recognise him? Scarlet's head pounds and she clutches on it.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Grey asks, worry lines forming on his forehead as he hurries over to her side. "Stay still," he sets her head comfortably on the pillow and smoothes her hair. "I'm going to get the doctor." He says, hurrying out of the room.

"No wait!" Scarlet calls out. "Where is my phone?" She really needs to know that her girl is fine. He opens his mouth to answer but Scarlet asks again; " How long have I been asleep?"

"Two days." Mr. Grey answers.

Wha- shit!

"What?! And who are you?" Mr. Grey looks taken a back by her question. Scarlet notices and quickly rephrases her question. "I mean who are you? To me?" It still doesn't make sense. She doesn't want to believe she lost her memory, it seems intact. After all, if she had, she wouldn't know that she has an adorable angel for a baby girl. And she would have woken up asking where she was. But even before she did, her mind knew she was in the hospital.

"I'm no one to you." Mr. Grey muses.

"Um...what?"

"Yes," he confirms. "I'm the guy whose bike hit you." The expression on his face is an apologetic one.

Well that explains the weirdness then. He's a stranger.

Phew! Scarlet's inner goddess does a back flip. She thought she had gotten amnesia! But then she frowns, disappointed.

He's not my goddamn boyfriend!

But something in Scarlet stirs up, almost as if she's being switched into another mode; in a moment of not more than six seconds, her blood develops an adrenaline rush, her hackles rise, the smell of coffee that's being brewed from somewhere that shouldn't be too near assaults her nostrils, making her stomach turn.

Scarlet hates coffee.

Suddenly, every life support machine in the hospital is in the room; her room. Scarlet closes her eyes, trying to shut out the screeching, she can hear it; the beeping, the crying, she feels death everywhere in the hospital, it's clawing at her skin. Tears start to prickle in her eyes, but that's about as far as they come.
When Scarlet opens her eyes, her head hurts. Her pupils feel like they've widened. Sirens go off in her head as she grips it hard. She wants to scream for it to stop.

Then it all stops.

The only thing that's remained for Scarlet to feel are the lies. His lies. They stink, they're written all over his face as he licks his lips, as he swallows numerous times and shifts on his feet nervously.

Why would he lie to her? Scarlet hates liars.

But is he? Scarlet knows shouldn't even trust her own gut. Why does she feel like he is lying anyway? But she feels absolutely sure. There's no doubt.
It's almost as if she'd been trained her whole life, just to do this.

Strange.

"Ow!" Scarlet cries out again when her head pounds. "What's your name?" She squeaks, still clutching her head.

"I'm Theo," Mr. Grey answers.

Scarlet doesn't know how but she sure he's lying. About everything.

"I need to get the doctor ma'am!" He's trying to get away, but still, Scarlet needs the doctor. Her head is killing her.

And ma'am? For real?

"Please." She groans.

"And please get me my phone too. I need to talk to my daughter." 'Theo' turns to go.

"And some water too."

He nods, now he looks like he doesn't want to leave her. And even in her state, that makes Scarlet want to crack a smile. His reasons, whatever they are for lying to her must not be anything for Scarlet to worry about. He  leaves reluctantly.

She stays there in a daze.

"What the hell just happened to me?"

Minutes later Theo returns with a doctor, two coffees, a paper bag and a big bottle of still water. He places them on the small bedside table and rounds the bed to stand on one side while the doctor is on the other side of Scarlet.

Almost ten minutes later, the doctor hasn't said a thing, not even ask how the patient is feeling. Not that Scarlet minds, to be honest she's always hated doctors who ask lots of questions but this doctor's silence is eerily awkward. Creepy even.

His brown eyes, boardered by wrinkles--, and not the kind got from smiling a lot. Just wrinkles from old age --occasionally meet Scarlet's and if she didn't know better, she'd think he hates her. But it's her first time to see him.

"How's she doing doc?" Theo breaks the silence. Scarlet doesn't appreciate this. She has her own mouth after all.

Yeah, her subconscious snorts. But said mouth seems glued shut so let the ones that can talk.

"She's recuperating well, I might discharge her in a few hours if the tests turn out as I'm expecting." The doctor replies, his expression grim.

Theo nods.

"I'm right here you know? You could've asked me." Scarlet scolds... playfully? When has she ever been playful? Especially when laying on a hospital bed?

Doctor nameless raises an evil greying eyebrow- he really looks like the grim reaper. On second thought, the Grim Reaper is hot, the doctor isn't --while Theo shrugs, chuckling. He draws blood samples from Scarlet and does whatever doctors do on the machines without asking her anything.

Isn't that what doctors do? Ask patients about how they're feeling?
"Okay, Mr. Greene, If you will excuse me, I'm going to run these tests. I'll be back in less than an hour."

Theo  nods. 

Mr. Greene? Is it a coincidence that  Theo has the same last name as hers? And is it just her, or does the doctor seem to be treating an invisible patient? Scarlet is wondering.  Something seems totally off about this doctor.

Theo too.

The doctor gives her a curt nod. "Mrs. Greene." And he heads out.

What?!

She scowls.

"Don't do that!" Theo says, motioning across his face with his hands. "It makes you look like your baby." He chuckles.

"Doctor Strange?" She asks, momentarily forgetting the fact that Theo has her last name and has mentioned her baby and what she looks like, Scarlet's eyes follow the empty doorway where the doctor passed a few seconds ago.

"You could call him that." Theo shrugs and gives her a warm smile, water and a package; food, she can only hope.

And it is...

"Hmm," Scarlet inhales. "what's the delicious smell?"

"Chicken caesar salad." Theo breaks into a boyish heart melting grin that Scarlet tries to ignore in vain. "I hoped you'd like it, it's my favourite."

Scarlet smiles back, taking the bottle of water from him. He unpacks the food and places it beside her on the bed.

Now with a really hot caretaker, who has an even hotter smile and buys her food, Scarlet wouldn't mind staying hospitalised for the whole month.