Love to remember? (ONGOING)

"...run over by a bulldozer"

August 17, 2018.
Alden hospital.

How long has it been? This emptiness, the void.

The world was still, and the darkness seemed to take deep breaths as if waiting fo something to happen.

And then it did...
It happened.

Incessant beeps ringed throughout his skull, the whirring sounds of machines travelled through his body.
Hands groped, invading.
Voices disconcerting, like a broken song on repeat.

And then he felt himself plunging into the light.

Everything was blurry and white, so white he had to squint his eyes. He brought his arm to shield his eyes then noticed the IV cord on his wrist.
What?
His thoughts were slow, everything was slow.

He tried raising his body ignoring the sharp pangs in his skull.

"Don't move"

A hand pushed him down gently.
He was so out of it that he had not noticed another person in the room.

He trailed the delicate fingers to find a pair of beautiful blue eyes staring at him with different emotions, ones he couldn't decipher.

"Wh..." He tried to speak but only air seemed to come out. For the first time since he woke up he realized how dry his throat was, he swallowed hard but noticef that there was not enough saliva in his mouth to quench the gritty sand filling his throat.

Noticing his discomforts, the lady picked up a cup and filled it with water from the pitcher.

"Here"

The lady cautiously lifted the cup to his lips and signalled him to drink it. He stared at the cup for some seconds, feeling no ounce of trust for the strange woman.

"Drink" she insisted.

With a sigh, he took the cup from her hand and gulped it down like he had never drank water before.

"Is that better? She asked.

He nodded his head as he swallowed the last drops of water.

"Much better. Thank you"

"Of course"

He handed the cup back to the lady and she placed it on the table.

He scanned the room, taking in the overall whiteness of the place. Somehow he felt irritated by the color.

He studied the lady before him, she was pretty. Her blonde hair was placed in a ponytail and her blue eyes shone beautifully, he could get lost in the blues of them. Judging from her outfit, she was a worker here. A name tag was placed on her breast pocket Diane wells.
His speculations were confirmed when the door opened to reveal a dark haired man in a lab coat with a notepad in his hands.

"I see you're awake"

He walked to the edge of the bed and offered him a small smile.

"His vitals seem okay Dr. Grey"

The lady, nurse Diane said.

"Good. You may excuse us"

Diane nodded. She stared at the patient on the bed for a few seconds then without a word and walked out of the room.

Dr. Grey sat on the chair Diane had occupied, he pulled out a black pen from his breast pocket.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, is that okay with you? He asked.

He received a nod of affirmation as his patient eased his tensed shoulders and tried to lay down on the bed.

"How do you feel?