A N A S T A S I A . W O O D S
"I am just another Alice who's
trying to find her way out of her head
and into a wonderland."
~VàZaki Nada
"I am just another Alice who's
trying to find her way out of her head
and into a wonderland."
~VàZaki Nada
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xxxxxDr. Antonini had barely nudged the young man until Anastasia witnessed his head spring up from his slumber promptly. She watched as he took one glance at the doctor before finally averting his eyes onto the brunette, her eyes meeting his, alarmed. The corners of his mouth began to lift as he stared at her in astonishment making Ana even the more bewildered. "Ana!" He beamed, a little too loudly. Ana ignored the fact that the stranger knew her name instead she rubbed at her temple easing the tension from her migraine obviously he wasn't making it any better."You're-I'm so..It's," His words became a form of incoherent rambling until he pulled Anastasia into an embrace startling her. Not only were his actions rude, but they were extremely inappropriate. Anastasia had never seen this man in her entire life, but it was obvious he was fooled into thinking that they were somehow bonded into an intimate relationship. Her eyes widened, mortified as she sensed him inhaling her dark looks from behind. "I was so afraid that I would lose you." His breath prickled against her ear.
xxxxxLoose me? How can you loose someone that you never had? Ana wanted to say, but didn't have the will nor the strength to speak up against his fabrications. She didn't know whether roles had been altered, and instead it was him who belonged in the hospital bed. Nevertheless, Anastasia let out a short exasperated sigh to herself once he released her, but again the delusional bastard reached for her small hands bringing his lips down to her knuckles as if wanting to graze them if it weren't for Ana quickly seizing her hands from his grasp. She became frightened as she scooted herself leaving a clear distance along with any feelings she encountered with him just moments ago. "Who the hell are you?" She held her palms close at her chest, looking at him with honest eyes. For a second she was beginning to feel sorry for the guy, his kind belonged locked away in a psych ward.
xxxxxShe turned her expression onto Dr. Antonini who stood quietly examining Anastasia with a concerned look he tried unsuccessfully to masque over with a stern face. "Ms. Anastasia, this is your husband. Do you really not know?" It was that simple word that seemed to freeze time over.
xxxxx'Your husband'. Husband? He was Anastasia's husband? Anastasia nearly choked. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all this, a mistake perhaps. Ana was not married, and was definitely not going to start with this psychopath who nearly threw himself onto her. She would've remembered if she promised a union composed for better or worse, rich or poor besides she was far to young for such a thing. Where was her roommate anyway?
xxxxx"My, what?" as she spoke, the nurses moved in unison gathering equipment for Ana's next examination as Dr. Antonini retrieved a notebook and pen from his chest pocket pairing his writing with her words, "You're kidding me, right?" She let out a snort. It had to be some kind of joke. She expected at any moment a camera crew emerging from sight already recording the entire act, and somewhere in the audience will be a producer surprising Ana with news she was being filmed on set of a reality prank television show. But, there were no cameras to be seen, no audience, and no producer just an apologetic doctor and the strange man.
xxxxx"I'm sorry, but I'm not married. There has to be some kind of mistake," Her limbs went numb, trembling she found herself reaching for the IV cord ready to yank it from her arm. She needed to get out of there, fast.
xxxxxLoose me? How can you loose someone that you never had? Ana wanted to say, but didn't have the will nor the strength to speak up against his fabrications. She didn't know whether roles had been altered, and instead it was him who belonged in the hospital bed. Nevertheless, Anastasia let out a short exasperated sigh to herself once he released her, but again the delusional bastard reached for her small hands bringing his lips down to her knuckles as if wanting to graze them if it weren't for Ana quickly seizing her hands from his grasp. She became frightened as she scooted herself leaving a clear distance along with any feelings she encountered with him just moments ago. "Who the hell are you?" She held her palms close at her chest, looking at him with honest eyes. For a second she was beginning to feel sorry for the guy, his kind belonged locked away in a psych ward.
xxxxxShe turned her expression onto Dr. Antonini who stood quietly examining Anastasia with a concerned look he tried unsuccessfully to masque over with a stern face. "Ms. Anastasia, this is your husband. Do you really not know?" It was that simple word that seemed to freeze time over.
xxxxx'Your husband'. Husband? He was Anastasia's husband? Anastasia nearly choked. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all this, a mistake perhaps. Ana was not married, and was definitely not going to start with this psychopath who nearly threw himself onto her. She would've remembered if she promised a union composed for better or worse, rich or poor besides she was far to young for such a thing. Where was her roommate anyway?
xxxxx"My, what?" as she spoke, the nurses moved in unison gathering equipment for Ana's next examination as Dr. Antonini retrieved a notebook and pen from his chest pocket pairing his writing with her words, "You're kidding me, right?" She let out a snort. It had to be some kind of joke. She expected at any moment a camera crew emerging from sight already recording the entire act, and somewhere in the audience will be a producer surprising Ana with news she was being filmed on set of a reality prank television show. But, there were no cameras to be seen, no audience, and no producer just an apologetic doctor and the strange man.
xxxxx"I'm sorry, but I'm not married. There has to be some kind of mistake," Her limbs went numb, trembling she found herself reaching for the IV cord ready to yank it from her arm. She needed to get out of there, fast.