It's been a while since I revived from my unconscious state. My body's still recovering from shock and I'm still trying to adapt and feel normal again. Since I awoke I met my mother, father, both my brothers and other relatives, that I don't recall knowing or even meeting for that fact.
All that I've been told is that I've been in an unconscious state for about 2weeks after being involved in an accident that lead to surgery. The outcome? My temporary memory loss and a slight concussion, giving me the inability to recall anything for a while. I wonder how long it will take for I am already getting frustrated and impatient. The doctor says; "you are very lucky to have survived the surgery" ,"sure I am" I state disinterested. Thank god at that statement I assume the doctor took the hint that I just needed to be alone and rest and just, think. For I feel like I have just revived from the dead. Everyone agreed to go home a rest besides my mother, who's insisting on remaining behind to take care of me. "I'm okay now mum" I say trying to console her, she gives me a long concerned look before saying; "oh baby if you insist. I'll be back here to check up on you later tonight,as soon as I get back from work" , "sure" I say trying to sound as calm as possible. "Okay" she says while nodding her head."can I bring you anything from home?" She asks eagerly, "no, erm, okay perhaps a few of my own clothes would be nice" I say sort of questioning, "Not a problem I'll send those with 1 of the domestics as soon as I get home" she says assuringly "Thanks" I say. "Alright" she says still holding my hand as she gets up off the chair she had been seated on. She gives me a small smile and I try to give her a smile back but I guess I failed. "It'll take some time honey,just give it some time" she say barely in a whisper. I nod my head. Tears start to fill her beautiful grey eyes that are filled with sadness as she kisses my forehead and turns to leave.
I exhale heavily. Finally! I got my own space. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, then exhale. I open my eyes and look out the large windows exposing the outside world. The speck of the suns rays look luminous behind the yellow and green lush trees, the streets look lull and lovely to stroll on at this lovely early hour, I turn to peek at the little pink bedside clock that's almost hidden with all the flowers that had been sent for me, that reads 06:47am. I sigh and close my eyes to think. How could this happen to me?, what was my life like before?. I shut my eyes tightly hoping to get some vision of my life, something or anything for that matter, but. nothing. What if my life was complicated or it sucked before, maybe this could be a new beginning for me, I wish I had a clue,but until then I'd never know. My head begins to pound and I think its about time I take those prescribed pills my doctor had advised me to take when I feel pain. I gulped the pills down with some water. My mind blank form thought, except for pain. I lay back and close my eyes, and just as sleep was about to take control of me, a knock came from the door and before I could respond in comes my nurse looking very alert "Lauren, a Mr Nate posh is here to see you, can I let him in?" She asks. "Nate?" I ask confused. Her fair wrinkly cheeks slightly blush and she says, "your fiancé".
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