His Amnesiac Woman

It wasn't easier.

His:

Soft whimper and sniffle woke my fitful sleep. It was too dark to notice the source of sound and the constant cry convinced me that there had to be a ghost of a kid in here who died untimely.

Is it just me who could hear it. Because Xael seemed unbothered by it. It took me a minute before I realized that is was indeed Xael who was sobbing.

"what's wrong?" my voice came out rather tensed. I moved to her bed while she shuffled a bit.

"are you in pain?" I was worried. "do I call the doctor?"

I was all set to get out to check for the available health care staff. They better be around and on their toes or else this hospital is doomed.

"no!" she called out still sounding weak and low stopping me from going outside.

"I am fine." She said again. I started moving towards her to sit next to her on the chair, where she absolutely hates me sitting.

"what's wrong." I switched on the lights to get a better view of her puffy eyes and her weary face.

She nodded her head in a no.

I kept quiet waiting for her to continue whenever she is ready. Which she did after she saw me waiting.

"it's just.." she sighed. "all of this is just too much to process." She said again.

"I hate being dependent." Her voice started getting heavy as she was on the verge of crying again.
"and my legs just made me do that."

In all innocence, I started stroking the back of her hand in an attempt to calm her down. I know there was no way my words could provide her any sort of relief. Because at the end of the day, it was she who was suffering and I believe I had no right to tell her how she should be feeling.

"then let's get it better Mm?" I spoke and she looked at me with uncertainty.

"get yourself the proper rehabilitation that you need?" I said again.

She looked a bit hesitant but finally gave a slight nod in agreement.

***

Her:

Because I still had to make progress on some of my reports I wasn't discharged earlier. It had now been 3 weeks that I had woken up to my misfortune. We were staying in the hospital all the while, taking rehab exercise and practically doing nothing. I contacted the dance class that I used to teach asking them to get an alternative since I will be leaving, although I did not tell them why. But they had already filled in my place long ago, after I went missing.

Well. I can't complain.

The rehab was going pretty well for me, but I still had a lot of scope for improvement. And often times when I would see myself in the mirror, it was difficult.

I had started walking with the help of walker and needed assistance to use the washroom but it was definitely better than myself on bed 24/7 .

I wouldn't lie that it was easier. It wasn't .

I would often cry, wish to be dead in the accident I remember nothing about. But the only reason I was pushing myself to do better was because Cree decided to work part time in an internet café in order to let a little of some money flow in the house.

Remy was always there around. Although I wasn't comfortable with it, I can't deny he was a savior. I owe him and that was the only reason I would put up with him.

***

"but I still believe they could have played better." Cree and Remy were sitting on the couch, munching down breakfast and discussing about the recent soccer match.

Cree had his share of muffins and donuts while Remy as usual supped the caffeine in his cup. To actually think of it, he usually drinks more coffee in a day than I would drink water. I believe it has something to do with his work, with whatever job he had.

I have never asked him about it. I wouldn't say I did not get a chance, but I thought it had nothing to do with me.

After all it's not my business.

I am 99% sure he comes down from a rich family.

I was heavy eyed already and it was just 10 in the morning. that is what I generally did these 23 days- eat, exercise sleep and repeat. I was shuffling in my bed when Cree looked at me and came for help.

"you well? Do you need something?" He was standing next to me holding my back helping me lie down while he arranged the pillows simultaneously .

The strike on the door redirected our attention the a lady in the white uniform. Her batch read 'Amelia'.

Another nurse.

I had asked the management to change my nurse from that 'runner lady' who was the first person I saw after opened my eyes. I wasn't comfortable around her, I had no other reason or complaints and the doctor said it was completely fine for me to demand another helping staff or even change the doctor if I needed. The management did what was necessary and appointed another nurse who was supposedly a 'fresh staff'.

She was a 24 year old, brunette. Eva. And although she was sweet and alert and always there, more often than not she was confused and would make a lot of blunder. I had let gone of it until 2 weeks back she messed up with my medicines and I choked. The medicine wasn't supposed to be given after any meal for it reacts with the food and causes reactionary regurgitation. Soon after that Remy came to know about it and it was a big misadventure in the history of this hospital.

Remy has been very observant and scary to say the least to the staff here. He has scared off several nurses. And now thanks to that, every time there is a new nurse waiting at the door for me.

As soon as Amelia entered the ward I looked at Remy sighing and mouthing 13 giving him a count of the number of nurses that had been here for till now. He gave me a weak smile and looked away.

Idiot.

"What is it?" Cree moved towards her extending his arm in order to get the file that she had.

"these are your medical reports of all the recent tests that we did." She moved the file before handing over to Cree.

"what about them?" Amelia turned to Remy who was still sitting on the couch, and little unsettled after the lady entered.

"it is fairly better and most probably you'll be discharged by tomorrow." She had a little accent from the south west of the country. Cree smiled at her rejoicing at the news while Remy exhaled in relief settling back in his den. The young female smiled at us and nodded "let's still wait for the doctor to come in and give a final statement. He must be on his way soon." She checked my vitals and wished me luck before leaving.

I was trying to not hope for a lot and keep my expectations at bay.

__________________________________Hey y'all

How have you guys been? I have been working upon ways I can deal with my anxiety, since that has started taking a toll on me recently.

If anyone of y'all do suffer from anxiety or panic attacks, please take yourself seriously, take your health seriously, and take optimal breaks.

Talk about it and work on it.

Sending much love and appreciation to you all.