I looked at the girl laying unconscious on the bed. A panicked sob threatening to escape my throat. It's her. Her silky black hair fell softly around her sleeping form, her dark thick lashes didn't even flutter as I stroked her hair. A tear that I don't have the strength to bite back rolls down my cheek. "Mr.Jones, Can you positively ID this woman? " a nurse ask's "Yes. Her name is Sage, Sage Mountier." The nurse scribbles her name on the clipboard while EMT's wheel her away, my painful glance of longing following them "What happened to her?" I question. The nurse " She was found at the ambulance entrance about half an hour ago she is currently in a coma. We're still not quite sure why... She doesn't seem to have external injuries except for scrapes along her left side and a small incision on the inner elbow, other than that we are clueless as to why she's in her current state.We'll know more when the tests come in " The nurse spares me a sympathetic expression before telling me that they are rushing her to get a CAT as well as a CT and run a bunch of other tests and informing me that I have to go. I trudge to the waiting room. How could this have happened? Who was she with? Why was my fiance left alone in the ambulance drop of a hospital? Who did this to her...? My swimming brain is interrupted by a doctor taping me " Hello Mr.Jones are you Sage Mountier? are you positive of her identity?" The doctor says. "Yes of course. Why?" "We only have the last 2 years of her medical records."
"We analyzed her blood to attempt to find a positive ID when we did find a match it was classified. The FBI have her flagged as well." The confused doctor tells me before leaving me jaw dropped and stunned. Who am I marrying? Is she a criminal? A murderer? I can't think straight. I'm lost in my speculation and thick confusion. My thoughts spiral uselessly for hours through the night and into the early morning until i feel the firm grip of exhaustion grip my consciousness and start dragging me down into sleep. I wake up with a startled jerk and snap awake instantaneously. I feel groggy and can sense how tired I still am. flicking my eyes rapidly around my surroundings, its dark, meaning my eyes have yet to adjust, and smells mustily of iodine and cleaner. I feel a blanket underneath my palm, and a warmth clinging to it. Spots flicker across my vision until i can fully see the hospitals waiting room. someone covered me with my jacket.
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Randomshe has no idea where she is. she doesn't rember a thing. she is alone. with no recolection of her life or why shes here.
