Hush, the doctor is here.

2. One patient

《Few hours later.》

"Wakey wakey, time for lunch gorgeous."

Surprised, I looked around to find myself back in bed, fresh bandages and only one IV left.

"How did I get here? Wasn't I in the shower?"

"I think the shower took a little bit too much of your energy. Before I was done with changing the sheets of your bed you were fast asleep."

Brian placed a big plate with pancakes before me and gave me a big napkin.
Confused, I looked at him and he smirked.

"I just changed the sheets, love. We don't want to get syrup on them right after, right?"

I chuckled and shook my head in agreement while placing the napkin over the sheet so I could eat.

"These are really good Brian, but I can't possibly finish them all. If you haven't had lunch yet, do you... ehm wanna help me finish them? It would be a waste to toss them away..."

"Now how can I say no to that? Just give me a second and I'll get myself a plate."

Brian was really relaxed and made me feel at ease quite quickly.
When he got back with a plate I decided to ask him some questions that had been lingering on my mind.

"You said you'd take care of me until I'm better, but you can't possibly be the only one? Don't you have any day's off from work?"

Brian laughed while eating his pancake.
While waiting for him to finish his bite and answer me, I studied his features.
He was quite the handsome man, short dark brown hair, gentle brown eyes, a short trimmed beard that gave him a mischievous appearance.
His nurse uniform complemented his athletic build.
He wasn't overly muscular from what I could see but I was sure he could lift me with no trouble at all.
He seemed dependable.

"Of course I have days off, but in this clinic we do things a bit different. I work for 6 months and then I'm off for 6 months and I only have to take care of one or two patients at a time. The dorm where we sleep is just a little down the hall. We take turns for the night watch."

"Okay, that makes more sense. Uhm... what were my injuries when I was brought in?"

"Oh.... that was quite the list. Let's see, 3 broken ribs. Broken right leg as you must have noticed by the cast. Bruised wrists, some small cracks in the bones in your left hand but those will heal fine on their own. Some internal bleeding that needed operating, hence the small stitch marks on your stomach. A skull base fracture and quite the cut in your head. But don't worry the stitches were in the hairline, so even if it scars it shouldn't show. Various cuts and scrapes, some of which were very dirty and got infected. But they are starting to heal up just fine now. I expect you to recover physically within my 6 months of duty."

Physically huh... what about my memory then?
What if I still don't remember who I am by then?
If I'm healed I'm sure whoever pays for this will stop... and with good reason, I mean he's already doing much more than he should.
I'm just scared of what will happen to me if I still don't remember anything by then.
Brian's voice snapped me out of my depressing train of thoughts.

"You look so sad all the sudden. Don't tell me you're missing me already? It will still take some weeks for you to get better."

I shook my head, sighing deeply.

"That's not it, I have no doubt you'll get me healthy within your shifts, but I was just thinking... What will happen to me if... if my memory is not back by then... What am I supposed to do then?"

"Six months is a long time gorgeous. Let's just see what the time will bring us and leave those worries for another time. Now go rest up some more, tomorrow the doctor wants to make some scans to see how you're healing up. I'll see you in a bit."