Memories...

Chapter 1

Concern filled the nurse's eyes as she quickly excited the room saying she would get a doctor. I looked back at the men in my room that turned to each other, talking, closing me out. Only including me when one of their gazes brushed over me. Each time their eyes were filled with concern, sadness or guilt. Why? I don't know. I tried to concentrate on their conversation but the voices collided, mixed and I was still tired. They talked to fast. The nurse entered the room again followed by a handsome man with brown hair. He nodded at the guys causing them to fall into complete silence. He then smiled at me and sat at the edge of the bed. "Hello Miss Daniels, how are you feeling?" His eye scanned me. I patiently repeated what I've said earlier. "I feel fine overall. My body is a little heavy and stiff though." He nodded while writing that down on his clipboard. "Does your head hurt?" – "No.", I replied. "Would you please look into this light and follow my finger with your eyes." I did both as asked and waited for him to take his notes. "Could you tell me your name, age and place of birth?" He smiled warmly. "Alicia Daniels, I'm 22 and was born in south Germany." He nodded obviously relived. He took another quick note and stood up, turning his attention now to the men as well. "I will run a few more test with her but as of what I saw just now she is completely fine. I'm guessing the accident was a shock with which she repressed a few other memories. But since she doesn't seem to have a trauma nor a brain damage in any sort, she should recall all her memories soon." The guys seemed to relax a little but also looked uneasy. "I will set up the tests immediately. You can stay with her in the meantime." With that he left. With a quick – "But if she should look tired in any way, let her rest." – the nurse left as well.

"So...", I said breaking the silence. "I'm sorry to ask you that but would you please introduce yourselves once more to me?" I smiled. The guy close to me, with the melodic voice smiled. "I'm Daniel Murillo. You call me 'Danny' and we often sing together." With the voice of his I could imagine that. I chuckled a bit and with that the others seemed to loosen up. The line continued. "I'm Jorel Decker and you normally call me 'J'. We play a lot of instruments together and I'm teaching you how to play base." Oh! So I finally found someone to teach me! "I'm Matthew St. Clair. You normally call me 'Kurlzz' or 'Matty'. We often dance together because we're both shit at it." I laughed. Yep, I am a horrible dancer! "I'm Jordon Terrell and even though I keep telling you to call me 'Jordon' you always call me 'Charlie'. We normally annoy the others together and talk shit all day long." He chuckled. I can imagine that, yeah. "I'm George Ragan and it's the same like Jordon. Even if I told you that you could just call me 'George' you always call me 'Johnny' saying you like that name more. You normally come to me when the others annoy you and you want your space." I smiled. I do like the name Johnny a lot, just as getting my piece when I need it. The last one, the tall one, took a deep shaky breath before speaking. He's been really quite up until now too. "My name is Dylan Alvarez. You call me 'Funny' or just 'Dylan' and I'm the reason you're in that bed..."