Summary: You really don't recognize the tall man that claims to be your boyfriend.
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The first thing that you notice is the distinctive hygienic smell. You don't have enough strength in your eyelids to open and look around you. Your body feels as if you were hit by a truck, and there is a constant beeping to your left. The pain in your head escalates each second that goes by. It's until what feels like a few minutes later, that you manage to gain enough stability to open your eyes. The discomfort is still present, but is now overpowered by the curiosity about your situation. Strangely enough, in those first moments, you don't feel panic over the fact that you don't know where you are. It's as if your body feels safe.
The room where you are is impeccable in all of its pulchritude appearance. There are white walls and polished linoleum floors. The bed where you're lying is in the very center of the room, and there's a TV hanging in one of the corners. The light is off and by the look of the window, it's nighttime. It doesn't take you long for you to realize that you are not alone. In one of the chairs nearest to your bed, there's a man sleeping soundly. One of his arms is stretched toward your bedside as if trying to reach you. Your heart skips a beat when you clearly don't recognize the person next to you. In your current state of mind, you briefly wonder if he's a doctor or a nurse of some sort, why else would he be here? You clearly don't know him. Nevertheless, you know that this isn't true because he's not dressed to be working in a hospital. Then, when you acknowledge that you cannot pinpoint who this man is, your heart starts beating faster in the monitor.
This immediate speed-up of the sound causes the man to jolt awake. At first, he doesn't seem to register anything. He is still too sleepy to consider the shift in the atmosphere. It is until his eyes land on you, that he truly realizes the situation. In the next second, he's wide awake. You see his mouth open and moving as he talks to you, yet, the words don't seem to be registering in your brain. The high-pitched sound of your ears -probably from the panic- prevents you from hearing anything. For some reason, you see something akin to confusion and fear in his gaze. You're not in the right state of mind to question anything beyond the panic settling in your bones. You've got no idea what's happening, and when you try to remember something beyond this point in your life, you cannot. It's as if your memories have completely vanished, and the only thing you know for sure is the now. You scream at your brain, begging to remember your name, but you come up empty. It's truly frightening.
The increase in your heartbeat not only attracts the attention of the man, but also of the nurses nearby. They rush into the room and onto your bed. You see them say some words to the brunette, but he doesn't seem to listen, and it takes a tall nurse to pry him away from your side. You don't realize you've been hyperventilating until you see a syringe in your field of vision, and your breaths increase in speed. You're having a panic attack, your mind supplies. Funny that's the only good thing it can provide, because when you ask yourself about, well, yourself, you come empty-handed. One of the ladies pinch you and, as soon as the liquid is in your body, you start to feel calmer. However, with this new peace of mind also comes an incredible amount of sleepiness that threatens to take you into the grasp of slumber. Five more seconds pass by, and you succumb to the temptation.
The next time you wake up, you are alone in the room. There's no trace of the man from earlier or from any nurse, you prefer it that way. Nevertheless, once again, you find emptiness in your memories when you try to conjure your own name. This time, instead of panicking, you force yourself to be logical and seek all the possibilities behind the predicament. You clearly have been in an accident, if the ache in your body proves to be true. Furthermore, you probably know the man from earlier, even if you can't pinpoint what he is to you. The sane thing to do is to ask guidance from a professional. So, that is precisely your next course of action when you push the nurse calling button. And the help doesn't take long to arrive.
"I see you're awake again," the tall nurse greets, "how are you feeling this time?"
Whilst he checks your vitals, you manage to find your voice to answer. "Like I was run over by a bus." Your own voice feels odd in your ears, but something deep inside tells you that it is, in fact, yours. The nurse chuckles at your lame joke.
"Well, we're trying to lay you off the morphine little by little, and we had to put in a sedative when you woke up in the early morning." He gives you a meaningful look, "it scared your boyfriend pretty badly."
You furrow your brows, "boyfriend?"
"Yes, the man that was..." There must be something in your eyes that makes him stop suddenly. "Honey, how much do you remember about your accident?"
You're afraid to answer, but you know this was bound to happen. "I don't remember anything."
"You don't remember anything about the accident?"
"No," you clarify, "I don't remember anything about me."
...
What follows is a lot of different tests given by your doctors. In the end, they come to the conclusion that you already know: you have amnesia. They believe it's only temporary, and you honestly hope that they are right because living with this emptiness feels too much. They try to reassure you that everything is going to be all right as long as the people close to you help you remember the little things about yourself. However, you don't question them about who exactly are the people close to you. Besides the man that you saw earlier, no one has come to see you since you woke up for the second time. What if you are all by yourself? Nevertheless, the thought doesn't linger too much because, not even an hour later, someone comes to your side. It's not the man from earlier, but this new one seems to have some similarities with the other one. He is almost as tall, he has light-colored hair, and green eyes. You see him approach your room through the window, and the smile he sends your way lets know you are his destination. Before he can step foot inside, though, one of your doctors goes quickly to talk to him. You cannot hear the words they're saying, but if the worry settling in the face of the stranger is any clue, you have a pretty good idea about the content of the talk.
He enters the room shortly after, looking relatively wary, the doctor doesn't follow. When he speaks, there's hesitancy in his voice. "Hey," his greeting is followed by a name that you assume is yours.
"Hi...?" You try to search your memories for recognition, but if you can't remember your own face, how are you going to recall his?
He clears his throat, then sits in the chair beside your bed. "Right, yeah, I'm Dean."
You smile at him, "hi Dean." Despite the fact that you don't remember him, there's something within you that tells you that you know him and trust him.
Dean tries to mirror your smile but fails, "you- you really don't remember anything?"
Your brave facade crumbles slightly, "I'm sorry, no, do you know what happened to me?"
He grumbles under his breath, muttering something that sounds a lot like witches. Before you can question him on it, though, there's a commotion in the hallway. A tall man -the one that was with you during the night- passes by a very panicked, petite nurse without even trying to hear what she's attempting to say. He opens the door looking very relieved to see you and then exhales your name in a tender tone.
"... baby, how are you feeling?" His big steps take him immediately to your bed. Dean stands up abruptly and tries to intercept his approach, unsuccessfully.
When you speak, you can see your words piercing through his heart, "who are you?"
