Saturday, October 19th Pt. 9
“Dissociative amnesia is not very well known in the werewolf community and you are a critical part of not just removing your father from power but removing him from the pack. The committee, which is an organization higher than the council, can’t risk me telling you something you told me the wrong way. I have been mandated to only tell you of my own personal experiences with you in the hopes that it might trigger other memories.”
“Is that the reason you’re encouraging me to talk? To tell you of the horrid things I see in my head; in my dreams?”
“Yes sir. Even if you don’t recognize them as memories just yet, getting them recorded will give the council something to investigate. If they can find evidence of what you’re speaking of or a corroborating witness of the event then they can use your recorded statements as evidence.”
“Why am I afraid of the medical wing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Please stop lying to me.” I can hear both the desperation and tears within his voice.
“How about this, from here on I will tell you if I can’t explain something that way you don’t feel as if I’m lying to you.”
“Is this one of them?”
“No. I have theories on how your fear may have started but you haven’t given me anything concrete to go by.”
“What about being naked? Werewolves have to be naked to shift so why am I afraid to be naked?”
“Again I have theories but nothing concrete. Can you think of anything that would make you fearful of being naked?” I try to get him more involved in the conversation.
“If my nightmares and flashbacks are memories then I’m always naked when something painful, something bad happens. Being naked means punishment is coming.”
He whimpers through squeezing my arm even tighter.
“With that realization what needs to happen next is going to be very difficult. It’s important for you to recognize that you are no longer in that situation. As difficult as it will be, I need you to tell yourself that you are not being punished. You have done nothing wrong.”
I look to my right just enough to see Deven approaching the side of the tub with a pair of scissors in his hand.
“I’m sorry Cole but your clothes being wet is taking any heat your body produces away from you. Considering the difficulty of removing wet clothes from someone who can stand is, I feel it’s best if I cut through your boxers and shirt.”
“No!!!!” He screams as he struggles.
Deven makes it to the left side of the tub quickly, placing his hands upon Cole’s head, calming him gently.
“Please Deven I can’t handle that on top of everything else going on.”
He breaks down into tears as the realization that he’s completely at our mercy sinks in.
“I promise you, nothing that happens is punishment. While many things in the hospital can be uncomfortable, even painful, they are done to help you. I need to remove the wet clothes. You will be wrapped up in the blanket while we wheel you to the wing. I was really hoping that the medicine would have given you a lot more relief but it seems your adrenaline is just too high.”
I can hear the scissors cutting through the fabric of his boxers as Deven quiets.
“I’m sorry.”
I can’t help but whisper as Deven moves on to cutting his shirt. He peels the clothing off of him as much as his sidewise lying with me will allow.
“Cassius, you and Demetri need to work on his shoulders to roll him into his back. This will result in him laying fully on top of Demetri but I do feel it’s the best way unless you are able to get out from under him.” Deven gets into what’s needed to move him.
“I can get out from under him. I just don’t know if that’s the best way to handle lifting him.”
“What position can you get in?”
“If Cassius can hold him in the position he’s already in I can push myself up this padded ramp and sit on the edge of the tub.”
“That would make it easier to roll him.” He pauses briefly.
“Let’s have you do that and then roll him to his back. We can then let him rest in the new position for a minute while we bring the bed in and get the height adjusted so it’s the same as the edge of the tub.”
Cole’s whimpers have settled as Cassius wraps him in a hug. I free my arm from his hold allowing me to push myself up the ramp.
“Cole, are you ready?”
He shakes his head as I position my hands under his arms. Cassius lets him go as I look up at Deven.
“On three. One, two, three.”
Together we gently roll him so he’s sitting on his bottom. To my relief, he doesn’t yelp or fight. They leave him leaning against my legs as they retrieve the bed from the other room. His eyes are closed as I slowly remove the rest of his shirt, dropping it into the tub beside him. Once the bed is situated Deven cuts the other leg of his boxers, removing the last of his clothing.
“Cole, are you still awake?”
Deven asks while gently shaking his shoulder. He responds with a light grumble but little movement.
“Cassius, I need you to step into the tub and hold Cole’s head so it doesn’t drop backwards. Demetri, I need you to climb out. I’m going to have you help pick him up.”
We work together flawlessly and within minutes we have him on the bed. I help wrap the heated blanket around him after I raise the head of the bed slightly. He hates lying on his back but there’s no other way to buckle him so he doesn’t fall off. It doesn’t take long after getting him out of the tub to get everything situated.
“Demetri.” I look at Deven as he approaches the head of the bed. “You’re soaked from being in the tub. I highly recommend you grab a hot shower in your room and grab some new clothes. I’ll have Cassius wait out in the living room for you once we get Cole settled in the same room as Jessa.”
“Yes sir.” I agree easily as a hot shower sounds marvelous right now.
“I also need to discuss with you the meeting that has been set up. Martina Sanchez will be here Monday.”
I cock my head silently as I look at Cassius. Why does he need to involve the high council so soon after I’ve arrived?
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