Who are you?

Chapter 1

I woke up in silence. Everything around me was white, and the humming of machines was the only sound I could hear. Nothing felt familiar. The room I was lying in was completely foreign to me. I couldn't remember how I got here or what had happened... I tried to focus on the details, but every attempt to recall my last memory felt like running into a dense fog.

Slowly, I sat up, and a sharp pain shot through my head, like a thousand knives stabbing at once, halting any thought I tried to grasp. When I lifted my gaze, I saw my mom sleeping in a chair beside my bed. She looked exhausted. "Mom?" I whispered, studying her sleeping face. "What happened?"

As soon as she heard me, she woke up and rushed to my side. Her eyes held a mixture of relief and fear."Sweetheart, you're in the hospital. You had an accident, but you're going to be okay now." "An accident?" I asked, confused. "What kind of accident?" "You were seriously hurt. Your dad and I bought the first plane tickets we could find when the hospital called us," she said, gently squeezing my hand. "But now everything is okay. You're going to recover. Do you remember what happened before this?" I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "No... I don't remember anything. Why... why don't I have any memories?" She hugged me, but I could sense the anxiety she couldn't hide.

I was in shock. I couldn't recall what had happened. Why had they needed to buy a plane ticket? What did all of this mean? I turned my head, and my gaze fell on the table beside my bed. On the white monitor of a hospital device, it wasn't just my vital signs displayed. The screen showed one thing that immediately caught my attention: the date.

September 19th.

At that moment, my heart skipped a beat. My hands trembled, the only part of my body that seemed able to move. I stared at the date as though someone had taken everything I knew and thrown me into an entirely different world. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but I couldn't utter a single word.

I turned my head again and looked at my mom. She was watching me, her face a mix of relief and concern. Her lips were pressed tightly together as if she were carefully choosing her words. I wanted to ask what had happened, why two months of my life were blank, but the questions overwhelmed me like a flood, and I didn't know where to start. Anxiety gripped my throat as I glanced back at the date. It felt like a cruel message telling me something crucial had slipped away, something I'd lost and would never find again.

How was this possible? Where were those two months? Why couldn't I remember anything? My breathing quickened. Slowly, fragments of the last clear moments in my life began to surface. Exams, graduation, the celebration... The last memory I had was from June 12th — the day of my graduation, the day I completed my bachelor's degree in healthcare. It had been my dream period: two months of freedom before I returned to the "real" world. I was supposed to look forward to everything that awaited me, but now, I was terrified of what I'd forgotten.

My gaze drifted back to the small table where my mom had been sleeping. There was an open laptop, and on the screen, I saw pictures of myself. I was smiling and looked happy. But aside from my face, I didn't recognize anything else... I couldn't find any clues, any details that could anchor me back to reality. How could I have forgotten? How could I have lost two months of my life? Finally, a weak "Mom" escaped my lips before I slipped back into sleep.