November 2, 2022 | Present Day
I.
Am.
So.
Uncomfortable.
I am not feeling like a human being or a person rather. Am I a person? I must be if I am having this thought. Oh no, am I a blind person? Oh no, wait wait, my eyes are closed.
Okay, open them. Slowly.
I sniff catching myself being greeted by soft white lights, literally fucking everywhere.
"What the fuck?" I groaned as my head felt like it weighed 50 fucking lbs. I tried to see if any of my limbs were still intact, they all seemed to be fine. I tried to sit up but the pain that my body just alarmed me to, caused me to hiss and yell slightly.
"What the fuck happened? And where the fuck am I?" I looked around the lavender, white, and pink theme of what seemed to be a hospital room "And why do I keep wanting to say 'fuck' in everything?"
"That's just maybe your subconscious trying to get adjusted to waking back up" I heard a young lady's voice of what I believed to be the nurse.
She did not look over the age of 30 and spoke with a Hispanic accent, something straight out of New York television series, looking at me with smile "Sis, you was out for a maaad long" she dragged out
Is that where I am?
"Waking up? I was out? What are you talking about?" I began to question her frustrated
"Who has this child in here?!" I snapped
Her eyes quickly fixated from my IV to me giving me a quick glare but I assumed she took her professionalism into consideration before forcing a smile to me.
"This child took care of you for the past 6 months while you was in a coma, Ms. Lady" she stated still never letting go of the smile
A WHAT?!
"A WHAT?!" I repeated a loud
She repeated slower squeezing her fingers to bounce over imaginary words, "A co-ma"
"Malcdicón! Did the assault make you dumb too?" she thought she said to herself lowly. I couldn't even address it right there if I could. I was just more in shock that it was for 6 months.
"Well, the doctor should be in here any minute to ask you all the necessary questions, 'kay?" she informed me before walking quickly out the door.
It wasn't even a breather in between before who I assumed to be the doctor walked through the door with another nurse wheeling in a big computer.
"Good morning, I'm Dr. Van Guyer" he started as he took out his tool to look in my eyes and other face holes "Can you tell me your name?"
"Oh, yeah sure" I said confidently
"My name is..is.." I began but then I faded, a confused but hurt look covering my face "Wait, I know my name, my name is..is..what is my name?"
"That's quite alright" he said before writing down some notes "Can you tell me what year we are in?"
I sat and pondered, I couldn't remember that either "Two thousand twenty-something" I remember that we were way above in technology based on the devices he was using to analyze me.
"Okay, last question, would you be able to tell me what state you are in?" he inquired looking in my mouth with the device
And just like a bubble my brain popped an answer "New York" that felt natural, like it came from my gut or something.
"Good, Good" he nodded with a smile "Okay, I am going to give you a minute to adjust to the room and–"
"If you don't mind, I would rather find out why the fuc–" I cleared my throat
"Why am I here?"
"Well, I wanted to wait until after we finished everything and got you comfortable but" he sat on the edge of the bed "You have suffered from amnesia by way of head trauma 6 months ago. You were brought in the hospital by family members, your husband was informed after your arrival–"
"Wait? My husband?" I questioned genuinely
Dr. Van-somebody smiled "Yes, all of this would be explained to you during your treatment meeting on how to move forward. However, you were very lucky to have been found because any longer, me and you would not be having this conversation" he explained before tapping my leg softly.
"Allow Nurse Mandy to assist you with anything you need, I assume you two have met?" he asked as he made his way out the door.
"Is that young girl with the attitude and really thick lashes?" I asked, trying not to be disrespectful but that was the best way I remembered her.
The nurse and doctor shared a smile "Yeah, that's her. You just let her know of anything you need"
I nodded in agreement as he left. I plopped back, staring at the ceiling so mad.
A coma? 6 months? And I don't remember my life or who the fuck I am? I mean I got a husband, so that's a plus. Ugh, but what if he is an ass hole? That would be super disappointing. But what if he is the sweetest guy I've ever met?
I guess I will literally have to meet him to see.
Robert
Only her dramatic ass would take a 'vacation' at a hospital. She always said that the only way for her to get taken off her game was for some freak accident to happen to lead her to hospital. I just find it so convenient that when she leaves for literally less than 20 minutes during our argument that night, she needed all the attention. What a joke.
Whatever idea had her away so long, I bet she was really going to say something compelling that would remotely make sense. She was smart like that.
"Mr. Wilder" I heard from behind while the door opened to a man about the same height as me, dressed in his white coat greeting me with a firm handshake "Nice to meet you, please have a seat" he gestured to the navy blue leather chair across from him.
"We have been trying to get in touch with you these past couple weeks, were you busy with work or?..." he asked, keeping his eyes on me. I am not one to beat around the bush so I beat him to his own game of tug-of-war.
"Are you trying to ask me why I haven't came to see my wife?" I grimaced a little at the picture that is being painted. He didn't even know the half.
"Well.. yes, you were very active in the beginning couple months just enough to make sure she was alive and once you ensured of that, it was fighting tooth and nail to get you back here" he let out a dry chuckle, but I just kept my face leveled.
"So" Dr. Van Guyer cleared his throat "She is awake now, that is why we so urgently called you to get down here"
"Okay, that's good news" I said plainly
"But there is more.." he started off
"How much more?" my eyebrow raised more than curious to hear what is to come.
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Author Notes:
Thank you for reading chapter 4. Obviously Robert is getting a big side eye right about now. Why you think he is like this? What do you think happened between them? Should he just forgive her and move on? Let me know your predictions and curiosities!
- Portia Z
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