Amnesia

london

Ashley

"Are you okay in there?" The nurse knocked on the door.

I quickly wiped my face and opened the door.

"Yeah." I sniffled.

"You sure?" She asked me.

"Yeah." I walked to the bed and sat down.

"You need anything?" She sat down in a chair on the other side of the room.

"My memory."

"You'll have to wait for it to come back to you."

"When am I going to get out of here?"

"When we make sure you're healthy."

"I feel healthy."

"It's not just that. You need to find a place to live, a job. Or someone to stay with." 

"And since my family members are all deceased," I sighed. "I have to stay here for a while."

"Not really. You can find someone to stay with if you'd like." She started to read a magazine.

"Who? I don't know anyone." I said.

"Hmm. That's true. You could move with your uncle." She laughed.

"Haha." I said sarcastically.

I laid down on the bed, thinking of where I would live.

"Wait." I sat up.

"What?" The nurse looked up from her magazine.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"In a hospital." She responded.

"I mean, what city is this." I said.

"Oh! You're in London." She said.

London? Maybe I could find an apartment.

"If you had a lot of money." The nurse said.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" I asked.

"Yup." She flipped the page of her magazine.

I mentally noted to not think out loud.