Go That Route Again
I leaned against the wall, hidden from sight, as the guys talked. I had come out to ask Bin An Sha for a couple of more towels, ones that he wouldn't mind getting really dirty, but ended up hearing things that I don't think I was supposed to.
I had no idea I was missing so much time, but I guess that was understandable. As a doctor, I knew the amazing things that the human body was capable of, and the mind was no different. But if they thought that the connection between me and Rip was nothing more than a 'syndrome,' they were dead wrong.
The me that the men knew from before was no longer there, and I didn't want to go back to being her ever again.
Only Rip knew and understood everything. He had the dubious honor of carrying me to the washroom when I couldn't walk or move on my own. He was the one who had to wash my own feces and urine from my body when the summertime heat became too much, and the smell of all those women was attracting too many predators.