Emotionless | DAERIN

17: one month later

Beep beep beep beep

What's that noise?

I started fidgeting around but was met with pain. Why am I sore?

I sat up slowly in my bed, making sure I didn't cause any more pain, and opened my eyes—or more like one, since one of my eyes was shut and covered with a patch. With my free eye, I looked around and saw nothing but uncomfortable blankets, white walls, cords hooked up on and in me, heart monitors, and other machines. Am I in a hospital?

I have to pee.

I tried getting up to use the bathroom, which sucked because of the pain, but I ignored it because I had to go bad. My struggle to get up caused the monitors to beep like crazy while I was yanking some of the cords off me.

I was now sitting up on my bed, trying to stand but stopped when the door to my room swung open and in came a nurse.

She ran to me and laid me down, "You can't be up," she said. "Actually, you weren't even supposed to wake up in the first place." She said, laying me back down again.

"What are you talking about? And I have to pee."

She just sighed, "You're going to have to hold it, and the doctor will explain everything to you when he gets here." She then pressed a button and sat in the room, waiting for my doctor to get here.

A few minutes later, the doctor walked in, followed by my parents, Hanni, and some other girl.

"OH MY GOSH!" my mom yelled while running to me, crying, but she carefully hugged me.

"We didn't think you would ever wake up," my dad said, slowly sitting by me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, feeling annoyed that I felt left out of my own mysterious condition.

The doctor sighed and looked at his clipboard, "Well, one month ago we got a call from an older lady who works at a supply store, saying a girl was beaten up pretty bad in the parking lot." I sat there confused; why don't I remember? "The medics came and contacted your parents soon after you were at the hospital."

The doctor walked towards me and handed me pictures of me from the accident, "You were beaten pretty bad. You had to have six staples in your head where an open cut was, along with sixteen other stitches on your face. We also had to do some surgery inside your stomach when we found out there were open wounds and messed up intestines on the inside."

I took all the pictures and looked at them.

"And your eye... Well, we were lucky to save it, as you can see how bad it looked," he said, pointing to my eye patch.

I put the pictures down then looked back at the doctor, "Why don't I remember any of this?"

He sighed again, "During one of your surgeries, you flatlined, so you probably forgot due to that," he said, grabbing the pictures from me.

"We thought you were dead," my mom said, crying.

"But thankfully, we revived you, but the downside was that you were going to be in a coma. We estimated that you would be in a coma for more than a year or never wake up."

"I guess I got lucky," I said bluntly.

Everyone laughed a bit. "Well, we'll leave you alone with your family and friends," the doctor said, and he and the nurse walked out of the room, shutting the door.

It was complete silence, but Hanni broke it, "The police said that you just got mugged, but the weird part is that they didn't take anything, except your keys, but not your car."

"So I still have my car?" I asked, not really caring about the other part.

"Didn't you hear her? She said you were mugged," the other girl said with a concerned look. Who is she?

"I could really care less. I mean, I'm still alive, barely, but I have my car." Everyone looked at me with gaping mouths, "By the way, who are you?" I asked, but the girl just sat there as her eyes widened and started watering.

"You don't remember me?" she asked. I shook my head no. "Why should I?" I asked rudely.

She got up and exited the room along with Hanni. What a strange girl.

Moments later, the doctor came in and immediately checked my eyes, "I should've seen this earlier," he said while putting his flashlight back in his pocket. "Your daughter is suffering from memory loss. Amnesia, in other words."

"But by the sound of it, she only lost certain memories in this part of the brain," he said, pointing to my scar, "and by the looks of it, it was along with her," he said, pointing to the girl I didn't know.

"This includes her other memories of her emotions, you said she recently learned. That explains why she didn't really care about her situation," he said, looking at my parents.

"Will she get any better?" my mom asked.

"That's the tricky part about amnesia patients. Sometimes they get their memories back in less than a few weeks or days, but in her case, it could either come back at any time or never."

He then wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to my parents. "These are prescriptions to help with her pain and mental health," he said to them. My mom took the paper. He then looked at everyone else, giving them an assuring look, and walked out.

"Well, it looks like you're clear to go in a week," my mom said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Great, that means I have to go back to school. That place sucks," I said, mentally sighing to myself.

"We're gonna go," Hanni said while standing at the door. "We'll come by tomorrow."

"Who's the girl next to you?" I asked in an unthinking tone.

"Her name's Danielle. She's your best friend," Hanni said.

"You've known each other since you were little," my mom spoke up.

Hanni nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and she's head over heels in love with you." Someone else is in love with me? I thought Hanni was the only one.

"She does know I'm with you?" I spat out, looking at her.

Hanni looked at Danielle, then me. "She does.... well, see you tomorrow."

I watched as Hanni and that Danielle girl left. Danielle, what a curious girl.

"Okay, honey, I think it's about time for us to leave too, so you can get some rest." Are they kidding? I just woke up from a one-month coma.

They gave me a hug, which they know I hate, and walked to the door to leave.

"We love you," my mom said, smiling while she exited the door, closing it.

Love, that's another strange word. What is love? I should know what it is since I'm with Hanni, but even with her, I feel like I'm still missing it. That reminds me of that Danielle girl, why does she love me? All this thinking is making me irritated; I guess I'll never experience it.

I shrugged the thought off and grabbed the remote to watch TV. I began flipping through channels but found nothing. All they have is crappy shows on here. That sucks.