I found love in my darkest hour

Chapter Two - Amnesia

   I woke up in a hospital bed. Why was I in the hospital? The last thing I remember I was in Dubai on holiday with my family. There was a strong smell of medicine in the room. There were two men standing outside my door with black suits, guards most probably. I slowly started to get up. "You should lay down and rest, Osiria," The voice came from the doctor that was next to me. "The medicine next to you is helping you heal, I'd advise you stay still." I tried to respond but my throat was too sore. Instead I just nodded and lay back down.

My parents gave me the name Osiria because our surname is Rose. So my full name would then be Osiria Rose. There is an actual rose that's called an Osiria Rose. My mother thought it would be a beautiful name because the rose was a mixture of white and red. It wasn't perfect because perfection is boring she believed. The interior of the rose petals are red, while the exterior is a white.

"Why am I here?" I asked. He was putting new medicine in the drip. He looked at me and then back at the machine.

"That is defiantly not something you want to hear from me," He paused. "Someone will be here shortly," He turned and looked at me. "They'll explain everything to you, all I can tell you is that you fell down but right now you need to rest." He smiled and raised his eyebrows. He finished up and started to leave.

"Excuse me?" I tried to catch his attention before he went out the door.

"Yes?" He spun around on his heels, facing me.

"How long have I been here?" I questioned. He looked me directly in the eyes.

"About a week in the ICU." He answered. "Now, if you would excuse me," He looked at his watch as if he needed to be somewhere. "I need to leave."

They had brought me breakfast and I ate.. well I tried to eat my food given to me by the hospital.

A couple hours later the doctor had come back to my room with a nurse. "Aren't you hungry love?" The nurse said in a concerned manner, eyeing my untouched food on the blue plate. "No." I said a bit to harshly then I had wanted. "Well you need to at least eat something on your plate." She stated. She begun putting some of the potato mash in a spoon and brought it to my mouth. "I can do it myself." I said irritated, taking the spoon from her grasp with my right hand. I looked at the mash for a couple of seconds, smelt it and then popped it into my mouth.

I had finished chewing. Well don't you have to chew mash... or do you just swallow it right away? I guess I'll never know. I will defiantly not ask them what to do. "Someone's a bit stubborn today aren't we?" The doctor implied with a playful tone. "No." I disagreed. They both shook their head and chuckled.

Don't you hate it when people tease you? I am beyond pissed due to them not being able to tell me anything other that I've been in a Intensive-Care-Unit for the past week and I fell down. I have the right to know everything. I hate it when people keep things from me.

"Osiria, could you please lift your right arm?" The doctor asked politely. He put on a Dina-map which is a Blood-pressure machine. The machine started and my arm felt as if it was getting crushed because the strap blows up until a certain point when it can get your blood pressure and mine was 120/80-90. "That seems normal enough to me" He said whilst writing it down. He then checked my heart with his Stethoscope, after that he connected my finger to a monitor to monitor my heart rate.

After he did all of that he asked me to slowly get off the bed, making sure to keep my arm straight because of the drip.

I was sitting up in the bed and had my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I looked at my arm, where the drip was. "Why isn't my drip connected to my wrist like the movies?" I just noticed this because it was connected to my anticubital fossa, I know big word, I learnt it in science. In other words the inside of my elbow or the opposite part of my elbow.