Tomorrow

Chapter 2

I walk into my bedroom and jump. "You scared me. I didn't expect you to be up. How do you feel?"

"Like... " She clears her throat.

"Here." I pick up the glass on the table next to the bed. I offer her water. She sips it through the straw while I hold it.

"Better?"

She nods.

"So how do you feel?"

"Like a Mack truck hit me," she says.

"Actually it was just a car."

"Close enough," she mumbles.

I smile, at least she has a sense of humor.

"Where am I?"

"You're at my house. I'm Riker Lynch. Do you remember what happened?"

I sit down in the chair by the side of the bed.

I study her. She is quiet for a long time.

"No, what happened?"

"You were running and bumped into me..."

"Wow! Are you Superman? Because you have to be out of steel for me to hurt this bad," she says seriously.

I smile, "No, I'm not Superman."

"Damn," she whispers, "I always wanted my own Superman."

"After you bumped into me, you went to cross the street and got hit by a car..."

"That makes a little more sense," she says.

"You begged me not to take you to the hospital but I had to. I drove you. I have a friend who knows a doctor, who examined you and against his judgment, released you to me. You've been here for four days," I explain.

She lays there.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You have a hip pointer. Severely bruised possible shoulder separation, a concussion, many contusions, and lacerations."

"And you have been taking care of me?"

"Yes. And Tracy, my nurse friend who lives across the street."

"Thank you." She looks at me.

I smile back, this chick is cute, for being all banged up.

"Hey what's your name?" I ask.

Her eyes glance down and her forehead wrinkled with concern.

"I... I... don't know."

"You don't remember?"

"No."

"Do you know where you live?"

She shakes her head no.

I sigh, the mystery girl is still a mystery. I'm was hoping when she woke up she would be able to tell me who she was, where she lived, and if she had a boyfriend.

"Dr. Rider said that amnesia is quite possible with the blows you took to your head. He's coming by later to examine you again."

She starts to cry.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I stand up, I hate when girls cry. It makes me uncomfortable.

"I don't remember anything! I try to think and it's a blank. There's nothing."

"It's okay." I hand her a Kleenex. "It'll come back to you, and if you want you can stay here until you remember everything," I assure her.

It must suck to wake up feeling like death and not remembering who you are.