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could have poured herself over pancakes she was so damned sweet.
Remnants of the nightmare floated up from the darkness. Erik
with a younger face with crudely hacked and damaged black hair.,
but with such trust and need looking up at me from those damned
blue green eyes.
Was it a nightmare?
Was that memory?
I stared back into Olga s brown eyes. There was a sorrow there
intermixed with the conviction of truth. No. No. Everyone around
me was lying. They were lying to me. Right from the beginning,
right from winning that charity raffle trip, these...monsters were
laying in wait for me. What have I done to deserve this? Nothing!
Nothing! roared in my head. Nothing! stabbed me in my heart.
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 What are you talking about? I ve never seen him before he
kidnapped me from the bank. As soon as those words escaped my
lips, I knew they were a lie. I was lying to myself?
Olga gave a big sigh.  Trev. Trev, yes, it would have been
better if Erik could have just left you alone but if he did, I don t
doubt that you would have been shot in the head a while ago.
Huh?
 He tried traditional methods. Hell, I was against this when
Erik brought it up but this was the closest I ve seen him back to
normal, well as normal as he gets since... Just from her tone I
could tell that Erik wasn t a favorite person of hers.
 I have never seen him before, ever. I repeated sullenly. Why
did I suddenly feel like I was lying to a nun? I glanced to the side of
the bed, away from her profile.
 Trev...Trevor. You need to listen to me. This is going to save
your ass as well as Erik s sanity. This was a train wreck right from
the start and I really can t watch it any more. Your name is Trevor
Donahue. You took the name of the street the orphanage was on as
your last name. You were left at the doorstep March 10, 1975. You
are, or I should say, were an undeniable genius. This is YOUR
island. YOU created Victor. Everything here, belongs to YOU.
Especially Erik Howell.
I tried to sit up and gasped in agony. Olga pressed her hand to
my shoulder and easily, way too easily, pushed me flat.  You know
him, somewhere locked in here. You know him. She touched my
forehead.  If you were just grasping at straws, why would you pick
Howell as your last name?
Her hand was still touching my forehead. Either everyone
around me was hot temperature wise or I was just chilled to the
core.
 Who are you?
Her hand stroked across my forehead and then moved down
to cup my cheek. Those brown velvet eyes softened to the color of
sable as they roamed my face. She was searching for something in
my expression. She blinked and that sable softness was gone. I
guess she didn t find  it .  Once, before Erik, I was your lover; now,
I m just your Doctor. You are a rich and powerful man, Trev. Rich
and powerful men get rich and powerful enemies. The only
weakness that your enemies could exploit was your precious
Azure.
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My Hostage My Love
I stiffened. That action sent a sharp yet deep ache ripping
through me again.
 Those enemies made an attempt on Erik. They tried to run
him down in the street. You knocked him out of the way but you
took the brunt of the collision instead. You went into cardiac arrest
there on the pavement, Erik performed CPR on you for thirteen
minutes before the ambulance could get to you.
He knelt in your pool of blood and worked like a madman to
keep your heart going. When the ambulance finally arrived they had
to use the defibulator on you to get your heart going again. You
were dead for at least ten minutes.
When they got your heart going again you went from the ER to
ICU. You were in critical condition. You had skull fractures and
swelling of the brain.
The best neurosurgeons rebuilt your skull. That s why that scar
is so long. You were in a coma for six weeks. Erik never left your
side. He didn t eat. He didn t sleep. I finally had to sedate him and
drag his ass out of ICU.
Olga turned her eyes to me,  Does this sound familiar? Or
maybe I should ask, does this feel familiar?
I stared at her. Horrified. She explained everything as if she
were narrating a PBS documentary on the mating habits of
wildebeests instead of telling a patient he had died of his injuries.
Where the hell was the bedside manner that doctors were supposed
to have? No it didn t sound familiar but then again, it did FEEL
familiar. Azure. Azure was the color of those blue green eyes. My
Azure.
 How old are you, Trev?
My voice was barely a whisper.  33.
 How old is Erik?
 27? Olga nodded.
 You re missing five years, love. Those five years are with Erik.
Who you are now is nothing like who you were. I can t even say
that you are a shadow of your former self because then you were
pure shadow. Light wouldn t dare attempt to touch you.
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