Chapter 58
Chapter 58 (Nell’s POV)
I woke up feeling like my head was full of fog.
Not the kind that clears with a few blinks.
The heavy kind—the type that wraps around your thoughts and holds them still.
There was a weight in my chest. Something warm pressed against my hand.
A thumb. Rubbing slowly. Steady. Familiar.
My eyes fluttered open.
Alex.
He was the first thing I saw.
His face was close, tired but calm. He was sitting beside me, like he hadn’t moved all night.
His hair was a little messy. His jaw held a hint of stubble. His eyes looked like they hadn’t slept in days.
I blinked again.
He noticed.
“Nell,” he said softly. “You’re awake.”
I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. He quickly reached for a glass of water on the nightstand and held it up to my lips.
I took small sips.
My throat burned slightly, but the water helped.
“Where…?” I began, but stopped.
“You’re safe,” he said gently. “You’re with me. You’ve been resting.”
“Resting,” I repeated. “For how long?”
“Two days,” he said.
I frowned. “I don’t remember…”
Alex nodded like he expected that.
“I know. It’s okay.”
But his voice broke a little on the word “okay.”
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I looked around.
The room was soft and quiet. Clean white walls. Warm light. A view of the city far below through large glass windows.
“This place…”
“One of my safe penthouses,” Alex explained. “I wanted you far away from anyone who might hurt you.”
I looked at him again.
Something in his eyes had changed since the last time I woke up.
He wasn’t just worried.
He looked determined.
Dangerous, even.
Like a man who’d made up his mind about something and wouldn’t back down.
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Memories flickered across my vision.
But not clearly.
Just fragments.
A hand on my cheek. A kiss. Heat. Rain.
“I… remember pieces,” I whispered. “But they disappear too fast.”
Alex swallowed hard. “I’ll help you hold onto them.”
I turned to him slowly.
“Did we really know each other that well?”
His lips pressed together.
“You loved me,” he said. “And I loved you. Before they tore us apart.”
I felt my heart stutter.
Those words were too big. Too heavy. Too impossible.
But they didn’t feel wrong.
They felt… incomplete. Like something I’d lost and wanted back.
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Langston came in quietly a few minutes later.
He nodded at me, relieved.
“You’re awake. That’s good.”
“More or less,” I said.
He walked over and checked a small device near my bedside.
“No sharp spikes in brain activity yet,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
Langston gave a tight smile. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s a miracle you’re even holding a conversation.”
Alex stood beside him, crossing his arms. “I want her stabilized, Langston. I don’t care what it takes.”
Langston nodded. “That’s what I’m trying to do. But we’re running out of options.”
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Rick stepped in next, a phone in his hand.
“She’s willing to talk,” he said quietly.
Alex tensed.
“Cross?”
Rick nodded.
Langston looked up sharply. “Are you sure that’s wise?”
“We don’t have time for pride,” Rick snapped. “If she can fix this—”
Alex shook his head. “She broke her.”
“And now she might be the only one who can undo it,” Langston added.
Alex didn’t like it.
I could see it in his clenched jaw and dark eyes.
But he didn’t argue.
He just turned to me.
“Do you want to speak to her?”
I hesitated.
I didn’t even know who she was.
But if she held the key to fixing whatever was happening to me…
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then we’ll bring her in,” Alex said, voice low. “On my terms.”
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Later that evening, I was alone in the room again.
Alex had stepped out to speak with security.
Langston and Rick were setting up an isolated network to contact Dr. Cross without risking exposure.
I sat in bed, staring at the blanket over my legs.
And that’s when it started.
The first flicker.
Not a memory.
A feeling.
But it wasn’t mine.
It was sharp and cold. Like fear. But distant. Faint.
Then another came—anger, heavy and hot.
Then a voice. Faint. Male.
“It’s not supposed to feel like this.”
My breath caught.
I clutched the blanket tighter.
“Hello?” I whispered.
But no one answered.
Because it wasn’t real.
Or maybe it was.
\---
The door opened, and I jumped.
Alex entered, frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I think I heard something.”
He came over quickly. “What kind of something?”
“I don’t know. A voice. And feelings. But not mine.”
He froze.
Langston came in right behind him, hearing what I said.
His face darkened.
“She’s absorbing,” he muttered.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Her implant’s unstable,” Langston said. “If it can’t maintain balance, it starts pulling in stored data from surrounding neural networks. Bits of other test subjects. Raw fragments.”
Alex clenched his fists.
“You mean—other people’s thoughts?”
Langston nodded.
“Just scraps,” he said. “But it can get worse. It can overload.”
Alex knelt beside me, taking my hand.
“I won’t let that happen.”
I wanted to believe him.
I really did.
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Rick entered a few moments later with grim news.
“Cross will be here in the morning.”
Alex nodded tightly.
“She agreed to my terms. She steps out of line, and it’s over.”
Langston checked my vitals again. “If she can stabilize the implant, she might reverse the data drift.”
Rick looked uneasy.
“I hope she can.”
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I was trying to stay calm.
Trying to hold on.
But the whispers started again.
This time they came with images.
A room I didn’t know.
A woman crying.
A man screaming in a lab.
It was like someone had plugged my brain into a storm.
My breath quickened.
Alex noticed immediately.
“Nell?”
I clutched my chest.
“It’s happening again. I feel—too much. Too loud—”
Langston rushed forward. “Shut everything down now. She’s slipping!”
The machine beside me beeped rapidly.
Rick grabbed the tablet. “Her activity’s spiking.”
Alex was holding me, panic clear in his voice.
“Nell, stay with me. Look at me.”
“I… can’t… I don’t know—what’s real anymore—”
Then everything shattered.
A scream tore from my throat.
The pain was like glass in my skull.
The last thing I heard—
Langston yelling—
“We’re losing her again!”