#2026
The hospital smelled of medicine and mechanics.
Weird way to say she didn't like much of it.
Eric was wheeled away into the operating theatre as she alone stood there, outside the door, trembling with anxiety.
"Beth!"
A familiar voice called her as she turned around to see her older sister running to her.
"Mary Elle!" Elizabeth sighed as she collapsed into her sister's arms.
"Oh dear, it's okay, I'm here now, it's going to be all right," she assured Elizabeth who couldn't feel her legs anymore.
"Now tell me exactly what happened."
This followed a brief explanation of the events that had happened earlier.
Sitting there, waiting impatiently, Elizabeth was reminded of the days when her sister was in the hospital. Likely the reason why she didn't like hospitals much.
A while passed when the operating doctor walked out and searched for a guardian.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Rosewood's guardian?" He asked.
Elizabeth stood up, nodding.
"We just met today. So I can't say I'm family but I was with him when it happened," Elizabeth said.
"Oh, that's the case. Would you be able to call for someone called Elizabeth," the doctor said. "That's the person he's asked for after waking up just now."
Elizabeth stood there, shocked.
"That's my name," she said.
But I never told him.
"Seems like he only remembers you," the doctor said as he led her to the ward room where Eric was. "He remembers nothing else. He said you're his wife."
Elizabeth stepped beside him and that handsome face of his turned towards her.
"Beth," he called for her affectionately.
Elizabeth felt chills down her spine.
She looked into his golden eyes and there was just her in them.
She turned around to leave.
He grabbed onto her hand desperately.
"Where are you going, Beth?"
"I'm sorry but I don't know you," she said.
And left.
#1626
Elizabeth looked at the boy's face as he laid on his potential deathbed.
He was still breathing. Elizabeth thought it was a shame she couldn't witness a live death.
Those golden eyes finally appeared after what felt like a millennium of slumber.
"You're up," Elizabeth said.
"Where am I?" The boy asked trying to get up.
"I wouldn't risk opening my wounds by sitting up if I was you," Elizabeth said and flipped the page of her book.
"Why are you here?" The boy asked, annoyed.
"My mother believes it would do you good to wake up to a familiar face after such an atrocity," Elizabeth said, now even less interested in the boy as he was surely alive now. "I don't think it worked."
"No," the boy snickered. "I guess it's good to see that you're still the same."
Elizabeth stared at the boy's face as he laughed, then cried because he accidentally irritated his wounds, then laughed again.
How stupid.
She thought.
Mary Elle entered the room shortly with the mom and dad. The toddler was promptly put to sleep.
The boy looked at Mary Elle and she looked back.
Elizabeth believed it was like witnessing love at first sight.
If Elizabeth was pretty then Mary Elle was an angel. Her beauty was out of the world. And her natural sweet nature charmed everyone.
So did it charm the boy.
Elizabeth found it unpleasant for some reason. But it couldn't bother her more than a rogue fly.
The parents informed the boy that the royal palace had been contacted and that they would arrive in a fortnight to escort the prince back.
The boy looked quite confused as to how the family knew his identity.
"Eren," Elizabeth said, standing up to leave. "Hope you don't die on your way home."
And then she left.
The boy didn't react much as well the family. There was mutual understanding about the Chesterfield Manor's queer lady.
The boy seemed more interested in talking to the sweet Mary Elle anyway.
#1926
General Eric Rosewood decided it would be best to put the feral girl and her cage in his bedroom.
"Beth," he said putting the carefully prepared dishes into her cage. "You should try Joanne's apple pie. She makes it awfully edible."
The apple landed on his face after saying that.
As he picked the food thrown around, the bite marks were still visible on his left hand.
"Let's wash you now," he said, opening the cage door completely.
Beth didn't take a single step out.
The general sighed.
He then crouched and crawled into the cage.
It derived quite an aggressive response from Beth, who tried tearing apart his clothes as well as his skin.
He somehow got hold of her hands and dragged her out of the cage. She obviously didn't like the idea and screamed at the top of her lungs.
The bodyguards outside mutually agreed to ignore the noises that come from the crackhead general's room.
"Beth," Eric said. "It would be nice if you smelled a little less like how you look."
"Le…Le…Leave!!!!"
A sound other than animalistic screams was heard from the girl for the very first time.
Eric looked at her, stunned.
"And where should I go?" He asked.
Inching closer to her, he held hands up.
The emerald eyes trembled and the bloody lips shivered.
Her secret was out. The feral girl wasn't feral. She was just pretending to be.
"Where should I go, Beth?" Eric asked.
"How do you know my name?" She asked. Her voice seems strained and heavy. As if all the screaming had taken toll on those vocal cords.
"Because you're Elizabeth," the general replied.