Lost then Found

Daydream from Hell.

We were in a spa, relaxing whilst listening to the waves and birds of Maui.

The bubbles of the water slowly popping on my legs and my tummy.

The steam of the water causing sweat beads on my forehead. I turn around in the spa to see my husband – the man I’ll spend the rest of my life with – facing his back to me.

“Nik! Come join me in the spa! It’s wonderful!” I exclaimed, as I gave the water a little splash. Nik began to turn towards me, and as he did the room began to grow dark. The first thing I noticed about my husband was the blood pouring down from his ear, onto his shoulder. I followed the trail down his body to the ground, where I could see a pool of red. “Nik, what’s happened? Please be okay!” I jumped out of the spa, screaming with hysteria. “Nik! Don’t leave me! Please!” I ran towards my husband, but he disappeared before I could reach him.

I woke up with sweat enveloping my body. The room was pitch black with a small shade of light from under the door. There was a beeping in the room, rapidly growing with speed. Where am I? I wondered. A man came running into the room, causing the light to burn my eyes.

“Mrs. Stanford. Lay back down, please. Would you like some water?” Dr. Beckett said quickly. Dr. Beckett, I know this man.

I smiled at the familiar face. He handed me a plastic cup full of what I assumed was the water he offered. I drank all the water in one gulp.

“Thankyou” I said with a smile, once again.

“Did you have a dream? A memory, Mrs. Stanford?” he asked with what seemed could only be true concern. He sat on the familiar stool beside my bed and looked as if he was going to reach out and grasp my hand, then he changed his mind.

“Please, call me Tayla. I don’t know if it was a memory of such, and it was defiantly not a dream. More like a crazy nightmare, you see. Can you call my husband up for me please, Dr. Beckett?” I asked. I looked around the small, clean room and took in my surroundings, once again.

“Mrs. Stanf – Tayla, do you not remember the last conversation we had? By the way, if I have the allowance of calling you Tayla, you may call me James” Dr. Beck – James smiled painfully at me, as if he was dreading my answer. He blushed; the familiar blush of this man was warming.

“You told me my eyes were fine after being in a coma for two long months and that I’ll have a head scan tomorrow. Is there anything else I’ve left out?” I asked, very confused. I couldn’t think of anything major I’d left out...

“Please excuse me for a moment, Tayla” James stood from the familiar stool and left my room, leaving me wonder what was that something so obviously important that I’d forgotten.