Ignorance Is Bliss

12 . Marion

An hour after Dad had arrived, the doctor came strolling into the room — without knocking. Although I had time to talk to him, it still seemed like we had barely spent any time together. Dad actually looked better than Asa in terms of tiredness. He still had his suit on, since he had come from work. His eyes were glassy when he saw me laying on the bed, but after hearing that my situation wasn't that bad, he calmed down a bit. I told him everything. Well, almost everything.

I told him about Raven being in love with me. How she tried hurting Asa. How she fell down the flight of stairs. How I most likely had a bike accident whilst crossing the streets. I wasn't actually sure what had happened but pretended like I had a few memories of being hit by something.

I didn't tell him that Chrissy was missing. Or about the fight we had prior to the accident. I didn't want him to worry about me or have any doubts. I knew my dad well enough to know that he liked making a big deal out of something small. I was surprised when he let the ex-girlfriend slide, although I had the feeling that he only did that because he knew how happy Asa made me. Sure, we had our rough moments, but right now I couldn't have imagined my life without him.

"Excuse me," the doctor said looking between us, clearly aware that he was interrupting us. "But I'll need to run some tests on her."

Dad was clearly annoyed at him for barging in like that.

"What kind of tests?" he asked with suspicion.

"Nothing major. It's just a physical exam, to see whether everything's as it should be."

Dad gave me a reassuring look before he told the doctor that he was okay with that. I wasn't exactly sure that it was his decision to make. Eventually, I would have to do those tests whether he liked it or not. I wonder how Asa would've reacted.

The doctor showed him out of the room and closed the door behind him. I would've preferred if my father would've been here with me, although it was probably forbidden if he hadn't given me the choice.

He sat on the chair that Dad had sat on before he came in.

"I'm Dr Davies," he introduced himself, giving me a warm smile. I couldn't help but smile back and shake the hand he held out to me.

I guessed that Dr Davies was about in his mid-forties seeing as there were various grey strands amongst the brown hair. He didn't wear any glasses to my surprise. I don't know why, but when I thought of doctors, they always had glasses on. His skin was smooth, making his face appear way younger than I thought he was. He must've had some sort of skincare routine. Well, after all, he was a doctor.

"I know this is all confusing to you right now. But I can assure you that we'll be trying our best to make you feel comfortable here."

Did that mean that I was going to stay here for a long time?

"For now, I'll be asking you some questions. Please try and give a direct answer. It's fine if you can't remember something at first. Just take your time — we aren't in a rush."

I found myself alone again in the hospital room. Dr Davies left behind an awful stench of antiseptic. I hated the smell of anything medical. I wanted to go home and live the life I was living before all of this happened. If what I had heard was true, that I had short-term memory loss, maybe I would forget about this whole incident.

Dr. Davies had asked me a bunch of questions. A whole lot more than I'd expected. Some of which didn't even have to do with my situation. I could see how he'd be scribbling on his notepad, as soon as I took more than a few seconds to answer his question. By the end, he was looking rather worried. I wasn't sure what that meant. I had asked him, but he didn't give me a direct response. Instead, he left, claiming that he had to discuss my assessment with yet another doctor.