‖HIS WARRIOR‖ KTHff

CHAPTER 54

Yazia slowly blinked her eyes open, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room casting a sterile glow on the surroundings. She felt disoriented, her head throbbing with a dull ache as she attempted to make sense of her surroundings. The soft hum of medical equipment filled the air, punctuated by the occasional beep from nearby monitors.

A doctor approached her bedside, his expression calm yet attentive. "Good morning, Miss," he greeted gently, his voice a comforting presence amidst the clinical atmosphere. "How are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?"

Yazia shifted slightly on the hospital bed, the crisp white sheets rustling beneath her. She winced as the movement sent a jolt of pain through her head, the ache intensifying with each passing moment. She raised a hand to her temple, gingerly probing the bandaged area where the pain seemed to originate.

"I... I have a headache," she admitted softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "And my head feels... heavy."

The doctor nodded understandingly, jotting down notes on a clipboard as he listened to her symptoms. She winced slightly, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch the bandage wrapped around her head.

The doctor observed her movements closely, his expression empathetic. "It's normal to feel some discomfort after the procedure," he reassured her, his tone gentle.

Yazia blinked again, trying to focus on the doctor's words. She furrowed her brow in confusion before glancing around the room. The doctor observed her movements closely before gently asking, "Miss, what's your name?"

Yazia's mind raced, but she found herself grasping at straws, unable to recall even the simplest details about herself. Panic flickered in her eyes as she struggled to answer. "My name... it's..." She trailed off, her voice barely a whisper.

Yazia's voice, though tinged with confusion, held an unexpected calmness as she questioned the doctor. "How did this happen? Why am I here?" she inquired, her words measured yet laced with uncertainty.

The doctor's response was gentle, his demeanor soothing as he explained, "You were involved in an accident. Unfortunately, you sustained an injury to your head, which is why you're here in the hospital." Despite the seriousness of the situation, a faint smile graced his lips.

Sensing her need for clarity, the doctor leaned in slightly, his expression sympathetic yet steadfast. "It would be immensely helpful if you could provide us with your name and contact information for your family," he suggested gently. 

 "I don't know," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Yazia's admission left the doctor visibly concerned, his brows furrowing in empathy as he observed her growing distress. "You don't know?" he repeated softly as if he could sense her confusion.

As panic began to seize her, Yazia's movements grew agitated, her hands trembling as she attempted to make sense of her fragmented memories. "I don't know my name. I don't know anything... why I'm here, who I am," she confessed, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

Seeing her distress escalate, the doctor acted swiftly, gently placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder in an attempt to anchor her fraying composure. "Calm down, miss, calm down," he urged gently, his voice steady.

 "It's okay, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You'll remember in due time. It's just a temporary side effect of the medication you've been given. It'll pass, I promise."