A Time Travellers Wife

Chapter 4 - The man who fell

I woke up in the middle of this dark-ish room with huge, bright lights shining only on me. I've never seen this place before. There's only really one place that comes to mind that might explain where I am, but that seems impossible. I don't even remember how I got here in the first place. 

I begin to scan over the roof of the room with my eyes, not moving my head at all, just in case someone is in the room with me. Besides the huge lights which were basically blinding me, there wasn't really anything special that I could see and that may help me to figure out where I actually am. Well, it doesn't seem like there's anyone else here, so I guess it's okay to look around the room while moving my head too. My neck is pretty stiff, so I must have been out cold for at least a whole day. I seem to be lying on an operating table right in the middle of the room, with heaps of scary looking tools on both my left and my right sides. What look like two large displays are hanging on the wall behind my head, which seem to be monitoring my vitals. It's nice to see that whoever put me here cares enough to not let me die. It's kind of weird watching my heart beat. I feel like I'm watching a horror movie waiting for something scary to happen. It's also kind of hypnotic. 

Anyway, the rest of the room. Well as I look around I don't really see much more. I can't even see a door because it's way too dark. Or maybe my eyes just aren't adjusting from the bright lights above me. 

I don't seem to be able to move my arms and legs very much. I look down to see that I'm strapped to the operating table. Luckily I've been on a diet for the past month, before all of this stuff started to happen. Hey! I remembered something! Well that's good news, eventually I might be able to remember what happened to me. Anyway, since I have been dieting, I've lost quite a bit of weight; and if I move over a little bit, I can get one of my arms loose. As I pull to get my arm free, my hand gets stuck underneath the strap. I pull even harder, then before I know it, my hand comes flying uncontrollably out from underneath the strap and hits the bench next to the operation table with all the instruments on it, making a huge racket. I freeze, hoping that no one heard me, and if someone did, I really hope that they don't think anything of the noise. Although that might be a wild dream because the sound of tools clanking against each other and falling to the floor is fairly distinctive. 

I don't know whether I'm sweating more because I just made a loud noise in a fairly quiet place, or that because of the noise I made, someone could have heard and they might be coming to find out what happened. Out of fear, I quickly try to free the rest of myself from these straps, not nearly being as careful as I was before. All I need to do is find a place to hide for a little bit, and when I know that no one is coming to investigate, I shall go investigate myself. Well, that's what the plan is at least. I just want to know where I am. I don't even know why I was put here in the first place. Why me? What’s so important about me?

There we go, now I have both arms free, which will in turn, make it easier to get my legs freed. I get my left leg out of the strap, but my right leg is asleep so it is difficult to move. It’s like I just don’t have the strength in me to move it. When I eventually gave up, I noticed that there was light coming from what looked like a door on the other side of the room. So there is a door to this room after all, and I just couldn't see it through the darkness.

Wait a second. If the door is open now, and wasn't open before, wouldn't that mean that someone has gone through that door? I mean, it could just be that the door wasn't closed properly or something like that, but I'm going to assume someone is in here with me. They might have just happened to stumble into the room to find me restrained. Maybe, just maybe, they could help me.

"Hello?" I questioned the darkness.

"Having a little trouble there, Amanda?" a man responded. He knows my name, that’s not a good start. Unless it’s written down somewhere around the operation table.