face. It wasn’t just the similar features… This person could
have been Jin’s twin.
As Jonas walked out, the other man
came into view. He sat down at the foot of the bed. The man looked to be around
forty, a few strands of gray hair in a sea of black. He was clean-shaven and
had blue eyes. She didn’t trust him, but neither did she sense he meant her any
harm. Not right now anyway…
Frey turned her gaze towards his.
Her hair had come undone, the dark brown locks hanging in strips down her face.
Never in her life had she felt as filthy, as she did then. She saw the contrast
between herself and everything around her like nothing before. It was all so
clean, so perfect …
The handsome man crossed his legs
and folded his hands over them. He sat silent for a while, just looked at her.
Frey didn’t say anything. She didn’t trust her voice at the moment.
“I’m Li. This is my home,” he said.
“You must have a thousand questions, but-” He nodded at one of the glass doors.
“We couldn’t clean more than the wounded area while you were unconscious, so I want
you to take a shower, if you feel up for it?”
Frey could smell the blood and vomit
on her. Dirt caked her like a second skin and her exposed parts were leaving
brown and black stains on whatever she touched. If this man thought she smelled
bad, he gave no sign of it.
She nodded but said nothing.
“Good,” Li said, giving her a small
smile. “I will call Tina back. She can help you.” He then turned his head
towards the side. “Ask Tina to come here, please.”
“At once, Doctor,” a voice answered,
making Frey jump and then cringe from the flash of pain.
“I will answer your questions once
you have showered and gotten something to eat,” he said, leaning forward. “We
are not your enemies. You are safe if you stay here, but I cannot
guarantee your safety if you decide to leave my premises. I won’t try to stop
you and neither will the others, but those people out there are looking for
you.”
Frey knew one thing for sure. If
these people had wanted her dead she’d be dead already. So many questions
whirled inside her that she had no idea of where to begin.
Li interrupted her thoughts as if he
could hear the chaos in there. “As I said, I will try to answer what I can, but
as a doctor I firstly want my patient to heal. I will go and get you some
food,” he said as he stood up. “And Frey, again, we are not your enemies. We
want to help you. But for us to be able to do that, we need your help as well.”
“Where’re my clothes?”
Her question took him by surprise.
“Well, I sent them to get washed…”
“I don’t want that. I’ll wash them
myself,” she said.
“Well, yes of course.” He turned and
spoke to the mechanical voice ordering it to bring her clothes back.
As the glass doors closed behind
him, Frey wondered how the hell he had known her name.
The very thought of trying to get up
again on her own was painful. The man Li had been clear. It was up to her if
she wanted to leave, but if she did, she was on her own… and where the hell
would she go if she did? Where could she hide? They had driven in and pulled
her out of deaths clutches back there and now they had patched her up and then
told her she was free to go if she chose to.
I’m in no shape to be going anywhere
right now.
The glass doors opened and a woman
came in. It was the same Frey had tried to punch just a while ago. If she held
a grudge, she certainly didn’t show it.
She was a large woman. Strong, if
her muscles were anything to go by.
Frey was a little overwhelmed at
first as the shorthaired woman swept in. Her tight black leather top did little
to hide her bust. She had a white blouse underneath with big airy sleeves that
were tightened at the elbows. Her hair was black as night.
The woman helped Frey into the
bathroom. It was, surrounded by glass walls with a digital image of water all
along the walls. When you walked close, the water
have been Jin’s twin.
As Jonas walked out, the other man
came into view. He sat down at the foot of the bed. The man looked to be around
forty, a few strands of gray hair in a sea of black. He was clean-shaven and
had blue eyes. She didn’t trust him, but neither did she sense he meant her any
harm. Not right now anyway…
Frey turned her gaze towards his.
Her hair had come undone, the dark brown locks hanging in strips down her face.
Never in her life had she felt as filthy, as she did then. She saw the contrast
between herself and everything around her like nothing before. It was all so
clean, so perfect …
The handsome man crossed his legs
and folded his hands over them. He sat silent for a while, just looked at her.
Frey didn’t say anything. She didn’t trust her voice at the moment.
“I’m Li. This is my home,” he said.
“You must have a thousand questions, but-” He nodded at one of the glass doors.
“We couldn’t clean more than the wounded area while you were unconscious, so I want
you to take a shower, if you feel up for it?”
Frey could smell the blood and vomit
on her. Dirt caked her like a second skin and her exposed parts were leaving
brown and black stains on whatever she touched. If this man thought she smelled
bad, he gave no sign of it.
She nodded but said nothing.
“Good,” Li said, giving her a small
smile. “I will call Tina back. She can help you.” He then turned his head
towards the side. “Ask Tina to come here, please.”
“At once, Doctor,” a voice answered,
making Frey jump and then cringe from the flash of pain.
“I will answer your questions once
you have showered and gotten something to eat,” he said, leaning forward. “We
are not your enemies. You are safe if you stay here, but I cannot
guarantee your safety if you decide to leave my premises. I won’t try to stop
you and neither will the others, but those people out there are looking for
you.”
Frey knew one thing for sure. If
these people had wanted her dead she’d be dead already. So many questions
whirled inside her that she had no idea of where to begin.
Li interrupted her thoughts as if he
could hear the chaos in there. “As I said, I will try to answer what I can, but
as a doctor I firstly want my patient to heal. I will go and get you some
food,” he said as he stood up. “And Frey, again, we are not your enemies. We
want to help you. But for us to be able to do that, we need your help as well.”
“Where’re my clothes?”
Her question took him by surprise.
“Well, I sent them to get washed…”
“I don’t want that. I’ll wash them
myself,” she said.
“Well, yes of course.” He turned and
spoke to the mechanical voice ordering it to bring her clothes back.
As the glass doors closed behind
him, Frey wondered how the hell he had known her name.
The very thought of trying to get up
again on her own was painful. The man Li had been clear. It was up to her if
she wanted to leave, but if she did, she was on her own… and where the hell
would she go if she did? Where could she hide? They had driven in and pulled
her out of deaths clutches back there and now they had patched her up and then
told her she was free to go if she chose to.
I’m in no shape to be going anywhere
right now.
The glass doors opened and a woman
came in. It was the same Frey had tried to punch just a while ago. If she held
a grudge, she certainly didn’t show it.
She was a large woman. Strong, if
her muscles were anything to go by.
Frey was a little overwhelmed at
first as the shorthaired woman swept in. Her tight black leather top did little
to hide her bust. She had a white blouse underneath with big airy sleeves that
were tightened at the elbows. Her hair was black as night.
The woman helped Frey into the
bathroom. It was, surrounded by glass walls with a digital image of water all
along the walls. When you walked close, the water
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