Hush, the doctor is here.

5. First crack

I was up and dressed before Brian came into my room this morning.
A bit tired of the whole shower ritual I was gathering my energy in the chair instead of the bed.
It couldn't be good for me to stay in bed all day, even if I need my rest at times.
I took pride in the fact I at least got myself cleaned up and dressed without help the last few days even if it meant feeling drained for at least an hour.
It was odd, I've been awake for at least two weeks... I think.
But I still feel so exhausted every time I do something, and I did a lot of physio the past week.
Is it really because my condition took such a punch from those weeks in a coma?
And so far I still haven't seen anyone else on this floor besides Brian and Dr. Mitchell.
I haven't even seen this so-called benefactor.
Now that I'm up and about wouldn't he want to see me?
I know I'd like to talk to him.
Tell him how grateful I am that he's doing this and he shouldn't feel guilty.
I mean accidents happen, and I'm still alive and somewhat well I guess.

I looked around the room, the only sound being the clock that slowly ticked away, why don't I hear other people going about their business?
It's simply not possible that I would be the only patient here on this floor, Brian says he has co-workers but so far I've only seen him.
Where is everyone?
When I looked to see what time it was I snorted at my own stupidity.

6AM, no wonder everything is so quiet.
For a few seconds I debated with myself whether or not I would try to go for a stroll across the hall but decided not to.
With the crutches I would be too noisy for the other patients and if I go too far I don't have the energy to walk back.
And the embarrassment of the other day where Dr. Mitchell carried me back is something I'd rather avoid, even if he looks hot in his own strict way and smells like really, really nice.
At least Brian doesn't make it look like it's a big fuss when he does it.

I grabbed one of the crossword puzzles Brian left me from the table and decided to entertain myself with those until it was a decent time to try and explore the hall again.

"Good morning gorgeous, you're up early."

I looked up with a smile to see Brian enter the room with my breakfast.
It surprised me to see two hours passed like it was nothing.

"Next week we can take the cast off your leg. It's been almost six weeks already."

"Really? Time sure flies. It still feels like I've only been here a week. I feel like I've slept most of the time."

Brian laughed as he placed breakfast next to me on the table.
It was toast with bacon and eggs this time and smelled great.

"Technically you did, sleepy head."

He poked my nose teasingly before he sat down on the other chair and placed a newspaper on the stack of puzzle books.
My stomach was growling while the delicious smells hit my nose, but something stopped me from digging in.
In shock I stared at the cup next to the plate, there was a picture on it.
There was something familiar about it but I couldn't wrap my head around what it was.
It felt like something was trying to bubble up in my head but got blocked by something.
As I reached for the cup I noticed my hand was shaking and I felt fear.
Why would I be afraid of this cup?
It's just a cup with the logo of a nature reserve.
I'm sure I've never even been there, it's not sparking any memories of that.

Brian didn't say anything but just watched me silently with an odd expression on his face.
I pulled my hand back, and chuckled a bit nervously.

"This might be silly to ask Brian... but could you please get me a different cup?"

"What's wrong with this one, gorgeous?"

He asked while he kept staring at me, his normal cheerful expression was absent and an uneasy feeling crept over me, forcing me to look away from him.