“What do you mean? Why not?”
“Well, he’s already done enough, don’t you think?”
“What are you talking about?” Bombshell could feel the panic rising. Something was all wrong.
“Well, the doctor thought you should get some rest – after what you experienced.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re reaction – the trigger, your’ post-traumatic stress. Don’t you remember what happened to you? The reason we called the doc?”
Bombshell shook her head.
“Well, let me tell you honey, you were freaked out – totally terrified. It was so bad, that I immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion and thought that Merrick had – uh – hurt you.”
Her eyes rolled back slightly in her head and she closed her eyes – allowing herself to feel her body, to take inventory. An incredible soreness throbbed between her legs and drifted into her consciousness. He did hurt me, but, man it hurts so good.
“But, of course, I realized that I was being silly – please don’t tell Merrick I told you about that. He was extremely upset with me for even thinking such things.”
Then she leaned towards Bombshell, her face serious as the plague. “He
didn’t rape you, did he?”
“Of course not,” Bombshell said, rising to her fiancé’s defense, “He’d never do such a thing. He’s my fiancé.”
“Like I said, it was a crazy reaction on my part – but, you were so upset when I found you – you understand, how I could go there. Considering you were clearly recently well – having indulged… Please don’t tell Merrick I said anything – I never should have.”
Bombshell saw the feisty women’s face turn a little bit pink.
“It’s alright, but you have to tell me what I did, because I don’t remember any of it.”
“Not even when the doctor came?”
“What doctor?”
“Wow.”
“What did I do to warrant a doctor?”
“Well, basically, I guess after you too had sex, you kind a freaked out – as in seriously freaked out.”
“Meaning, what exactly?”
“Well, you screamed and then curled up into a ball, and acted like you’d just seen a million puppies getting their brains bashed in.”
Bombshell winced at the horrible image.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that – but basically, that’s how you were. Super terrified and horrified, and well, catatonic.”
“Doctor thinks that you had something pretty bad happen to you in the past and he thinks that’s why you might have amnesia, and while you were having sex, one of the memories must have been triggered. He thinks your suffering from PTSD.”
“God, that’s so weird, I still can’t believe I behaved like that – I honestly don’t remember anything.”
“What is the last thing you remember?” Joann asked.
Bombshell looked up at the ceiling as she tried to remember. “I remember lying next to him on the bed, and then…” Bombshell turned her head from side to side. “Then you came in and woke me up from a nap.”
“Sorry about that, I just wanted to check on you.” Joann said. She hugged Bombshell and reminded her not to say anything to Merrick about their conversation. Bombshell promised that she wouldn’t say a word, then curled herself back under the covers and went back to sleep.