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Natasha looked at Clint and nodded, "Right..." She took his hand in her own again, "I'm sorry about that.... Cognitive Recalibration... I'm just glad it worked."

She squeezed his hand lightly. A moment after, the drugs seemed to kick in again, her eyes grew heavy and soon closed. Her head lulled to the side as she quickly fell asleep.

She awoke some hours later in a cold sweat, biting her tongue, trying not to scream. She tried to move to find her hand were restrained to the bed. She started to tug at them trying to make them release her. As she did the fear of hanging in that bloody freezer and Clint slowly walking toward her, filled her mind. She fighting against the restraints, freaking out. A nurse ran in as her heart rate started to elevate. She could have handled the image of her being trapped but it was Clint that threw her into a panic. The woman held her down against the bed, trying to calm her as she called for a doctor.
Haha We have a dog named Nala like from Lion King and the other named Chloe which is a variation of Cleo, the fish from Pinocchio. Our old dog was Bella or Belle like from Beauty and the Beast.
Also, it totally doesn't surprise me you have a bird named Loki.
Gerald looked at Samsul when he glanced at him and grinned, laughing silently as the youngest practiced her handwriting. He waved his hand, telling him to get back to it. For writing, Samsul would be as good a teacher as he was. He already seemed to be doing quite well with the Princess. After quite sometime and many of his pages being worked through, even him opting for a chair over his station at the door, he stopped the Princess, "I do think that is enough writing for today. We don't want your hand cramping up at all."

Anastasia looked at him and nodded, "I suppose."

The older man smiled, "Princess, do you think I could speak to Samsul in private?"

The girl looked between them as she started to stand, "Yes... Of course," she fixed her skirts quickly before she left the room, leaving the men alone. Gerald stood from his seat and sighed, "I'm sure I don't have to tell you how important it is for the Princess, when she is ready, to marry a royal," he held up his hands, "I am aware that Elana wanted for her daughter to marry for love... And she will, but it must be someone capable of running a country and someone whom the people and opposing countries will accept. It will be hard enough to keep them back with Princess Anastasia being young and very new to all of this," he sighed, "What I am saying is... Don't let your feelings fog your mind and forget what is in her best interest. Please, don't continue down this path... It will only end in heart break."
Haha, I can just see the flying away from you yelling, "NEVAH!"

Also, soon would be nice :P
Anastasia's hand shaking, giving away her stress, stressed her out further, she didn't want Gerald or Samsul to think there was anything wrong. They had both known her mother longer than herself and she already felt horrible for breaking down that morning in Samsul's arms. She hadn't even asked him if he was okay. They knew the Queen, she had only just met her. Yet, the two of them were being far stronger than herself, as well as handling better, and they even were worried about her and trying to ensure she was okay. How could she do that to them. She felt Samsul's hand over her own and looked at him as he spoke calmly to her. She took a deep breath and nodded. When he removed his hand, she did her best to hide the shaking and slowly went about her writing.

Gerald laughed quietly to himself as he stood at the door. He felt as though, he had become the guard and Samsul the teacher. Well, he wouldn't to worry if something happened to him, the Princess would still want to learn and Samsul would find her the means.
Anastasia shook her head when he clarified saying it was about her writing, "Then, horridly... My writing looks like it was written by a small royal child. I'm sure there is a seven year old Princess out there, laughing at my writing."

She looked up at him when he said that him and Gerald had decided to keep her lessons short and slow. She couldn't deal with slow and steady, if she got overwhelmed, at least she didn't have to think about what had happened. Her hand started to shake as she nodded her head, "That's fine..." She said as she started to write, her shaking causing her to make less than perfect lines.
Natasha looked at her partner, he seemed a little more than just distraught. She reached out and took his free hand with her uninjured arm. She pulled him closer to the bed to forcing him to sit down. She gave him a small smile, "Of course, I know you wouldn't. But you were supposed to take the out... You didn't have to say it was you..."

She leaned back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. There was only one thing that was haunting her about what had happened, was the kiss. She looked to the door when she heard shuffling to see the Captain walk into the room. He smiled at her, "They... told me you were awake."

"I am," Natasha said with a smile. She released Clint's hand and looked at Steve, "What can I help you with, Captain?"

Steve laughed and shook his head, "Absolutely nothing. You are on bed rest and I'm not going to be the one who pulls you out of it," He looked at Clint. He wasn't sure how he felt about Clint. Not after what had happened and how he had basically been a watch dog at Natasha's door since they got here. He returned his attention back to Natasha, "I'll leave you two... You should get some rest."

Natasha nodded, "I feel like I already have," He left then and she looked up at Clint, "How long was I out for?..."
Natasha heard the doctor talking to someone just outside the door. Then she heard her shoes walking away and finally, her 'husband' walked in the door. Her heart pounded and the monitor sped up along with it. Oh, how much she wanted to disconnect herself from it. After a moment, she realized his eyes were not longer seeming to glow blue. Her heart rate lower as she looked him, walking over to her bed. He looked so distressed. She wanted to be mad about what he did, after all, she was lying in a hospital bed with a broken leg, a stab wound and who knows what other injuries. But looking at him, and knowing that he probably regretted everything he had done. She gave him a small groan and rubbed her head, "What happened?..."

She figured the greatest gift she could give him for saving her life, after unwillingly torturing her to the point where her life needed saving, was pretending like she didn't remember a second of it. She closed her eyes, "Are we on the hover carrier?"
Haha, well it would save you money.
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