Asylum (Touched by the Fae Book 1) by Jessica Lynch

Author:Jessica Lynch [Lynch, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-04T05:00:00+00:00

I don’t sleep at all that night.

Even after Nine slips back into the shadows, vanishing from sight right before the sun comes up, I stay huddled in my bed. I’m too afraid to close my eyes now. What if I do and I’m transported back to the empty room where I danced with Rys?

I wait until my wake-up call that morning to throw open the door and plead with Amy to get me in to see whatever doctor is free.

Nine isn’t real. Rys isn’t real. I can’t let them be. My life’s so much easier when there’s no such thing as the fae, and I spent the last few hours reminding myself of that. There has to be a reason why, after all this time, I’ve had three separate episodes back-to-back. Sometime this morning, after the sun came up and I was still searching shadows for a figment of my imagination, I finally remembered my nighttime meds.

This all started on Sunday night, when I first could have sworn that I heard Nine’s voice calling my name. Know what else happened on Sunday? I met Dr. Gillespie and he put in an order for a new medication.

That pink pill. Whatever the hell that thing is, it’s not working.

I need a med check.

Just my luck, though. The first available doctor? Dr. Gillespie.

Because of course.

I almost have to laugh. Running on no sleep, as anxious as I am, I would rather talk to anybody else in Black Pine before Dr. Gillespie. And, sure, it’s been a few days since our disastrous last session on Monday, but hell if I’ve forgotten how I told him all about Nine. The last thing I want to do right now is admit that I imagined a full-blown conversation with Nine for the first time in years.

I can hear the doctor now. He’ll either say that I’m relapsing—again, tell me something I don’t know—or that this is a breakthrough. Knowing how these psychologists all work, most likely he’ll decide that it’s because I opened up to him about Nine.

I hope not. I don’t think I could sit there and look at the satisfied, smug expression on his impish face if he decides he’s been here less than a week and he’s already “fixed” me. Then again, if my verbal diarrhea our last session is what brought on these recent episodes, maybe he’ll be the one who gets in trouble for it.

Here’s hoping. All I know is that it’s Friday, I won’t have another check-in with Lorraine until Monday, and any of the other doctors for our ward are all booked up until this afternoon at the earliest.

It has to be Dr. Gillespie.

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