For the Love of Liberty (Timeless Love Book 4) by Heather Blanton

Author:Heather Blanton [Blanton, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rivulet Publishing
Published: 2018-07-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Liberty didn’t need to be a genius to figure out she was in the hospital. She remembered waking up in Dr. Talbot’s office and then throwing up over the side of the dentist chair, splashing vomit on the man’s bright red Converse shoes. Everything went fuzzy after that.

She lay here now, staring up at fluorescent lights, listening to the beep of some monitor, the whir of air conditioning, and the pitter-patter of nurses’ feet out in the hall. Her headache was gone, along with the nausea. But she was tired—exhausted in fact—as if she hadn’t slept in days.

She closed her eyes and let in the heartache. Martin. Their kiss wouldn’t stop playing in her mind. She could almost live on the memory. Such a powerful distraction. Oh, if the man were only flesh and blood. His hungry lips and warm breath still raised goosebumps on her skin; the cords of his muscles, and even the homespun shirt, lived beneath her fingers. How could he feel so real and not be?

Clarity—not to mention consciousness—brought home a painful realization. Her obsession with him couldn’t be healthy. She was going to have to do something to clear her head. She couldn’t live her life in love with a ghost. That way led only to pain and loneliness.

Someone rapped on her door. “How are you feeling?”

Liberty smiled up at Dr. Talbot. “I’ll live, I think. What happened to me?”

His face clouded. He bit his bottom lip and approached the side of her bed. “Food poisoning.”

“Food poi—” She tried to recall what she’d eaten before the last trip. “I had some fruit yesterday morning. That’s all”

“Lamb. They pumped your stomach.” Dr. Talbot stared at her, regarding her with what she interpreted as expectancy.

Liberty couldn’t put things together. Lamb? She hadn’t eaten lamb in years. Until Prudence’s. “Are you saying…?” She couldn’t finish the thought.

He scrubbed his chin and let out a long breath. “Everything about this is all wrong, Liberty. You slept,” he raised his fingers and made air quotes, “for forty-five minutes. No REM again. Nothing to indicate you were dreaming. Much less dining on lamb.”

“I’ll tell you something else. I’m not Prudence. I’m not in her memory. It’s like it’s real or I’m making it all up as I go.” She moved to run her hand through her hair and was stopped by a braid that draped over her shoulder. “When did they braid my hair?”

“You came to the lab with it braided. And if you’re not experiencing this as Prudence, I think we can assume your brain has appropriated the memory. A coping mechanism is my guess.”

Liberty stared at the woven hair, a slender ribbon holding the ends tight. She never braided her hair…

“Lee and I made some changes to our algorithms.” Talbot’s voice rose with enthusiasm and he talked animatedly with his hands. “Looking for different ways of scanning and interpreting brain waves. We found something.”

“What?”

“Your brain waves swung erratically, dramatically. Your gamma waves spiked incredibly high for about three minutes, then you swam somewhere between Alpha and Theta waves.

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