Second Chance

What's My Name?

  My name is Katherina. Scratch that. I made that up. I don't know who I am. What's my name, or how old I am, even as simple as my date of birth. When someone found me I was in a horrible, stoned and disheveled state. My clothes shredded and my body full of bruises. Haven't mentioned how my eyes swollen like its going to popped out of its' socket. My face covered with dry blood. The good Samaritan who found me brought me to the nearest hospital to be treated.

  I don't know how long I have been asleep, but when I woke up the first thing I noticed is I've been surrounded with four white walls accompanied by the constance beeping sound from the heart monitor besides my left. The dimmed room tells me this might be at night time. My head pounding mercilessly inside my brain but I can't move my arms yet. A branula attached to my left arm from normal saline solution, keeping me alive for  God how long I have been on slumber on this latex bed my back began to ached. After taking a few deep breath, I tried to move my limbs. First I began to feel tingles on my fingers then my toes, slightly wiggling it to circulate the blood.

  My personal moment has been cut short after a while when a lady in white came in through the door, holding a few paper on a hard board clipper. Her eyes focus while the eyes scanning through the content written on the page. Perhaps my medical information. Walking slowly towards my bed, her eyes move to my horizontal figure, a little risen at my head. Surprise that I'm awaken, she rushed towards me and spoke in a hushed tone.

  "Oh, thank Lord you're awake. We thought we might lose you any days now. How are you feeling? Do you want anything? Oh, I shall summon the doctor now that you're awake." She seems like talking to herself rather than to me. Maybe she's still not yet recover from her shocked. Pressing a red button on top of my bed she examined the drip and my state. Looking a little bit lost, as she keep on tidying my bed and clenching her fingers, agitate for the doctor to arrive.

  Not long after that, a man walked in. They shared a few moment exchanging words while the doctor nodded his head a couple of time while his eyes glued to me. Then, the nurse walk out of the room glancing and sharing a warm smile before she left.

  The man, a doctor I assumed, walked towards me with a gentle smile.

"Hey, there. How are you feeling?" He kindly spoke while checking on my vital, poking, prodding and flashing a mini torchlight at my eyes. The light hurts a lot, I grunt and closing my eyes at that discomfort.

"I'm sorry about that, sweetheart. Normal procedure. A little bit uncomfortable but its unavoidable. Now, would you tell me about yourself, honey?" He looked at me directly in the eye. His question startled me. I begin to panic. My hands trembles and my throat dry.

"Water. Thirsty." My first coherent response. He looked at me for a moment before pouring a glass of water from a jug on my dresser. He pressed a button to risen up my bed so I would halfway sitting. He handed me the glass while I took it with trembling hands. I took a few swig to wet my lips before chugging it all dry. I was so thirsty I could drink the ocean dry.

"Would you like some more?" He patiently asked, and I nodded my head.

"Now, would you mind telling me? I promise I won't bite." He joked.

  I don't know what to tell him. I looked around me, trying my hardest to remember anything, anything at all that makes sense. Nil. I can't find any.

"Why am I here?" I looked at him with a thousand questions hanging on at the back of my brain. Trying to figure out what had happened at me. I felt my head throbbing like its going to explode. My hands covered with faint marks and fading bruises. I don't know how I might looks like but I'm sure it's pretty bad.

"Have I met an accident?" I looked at him quizzically.

"I don't know, sweetheart. I hope you could tell me." Truthfully, I don't know myself. I can't event remember my own name to begin with. Something is wrong with that. I hope somebody could tell me everything. Why can't I remember my name? Is there anybody else with me during the accident. So much going on in my head that I started panicking and a few tears escalading through my lashes. A moment later soft cries echoed through the room.

"Hey, its alright. Do you have a name that I can call you with? Instead of sweetheart. I know you might like it when I called you so, but believe me. I would love to know your name too" he joked, trying to comfort me.

"I don't know who I am. I don't even know where am I. What happened to me? Ahhh.. My head hurts so freaking lot. Why am I here? Is there my family waiting for me? Why didn't you call them yet?" Softly wailing in panic, I shot him with questions. He begins to composed himself.

"Hey, its alright. You're in a hospital right now. St. Nikolai to be exact. To be honest, I don't know either what had happened to you. Someone brought you here in a bad shape, I might add. You were unconscious. Because of some drug injected in your vein. And your head was bleeding very badly. It might has because of some impact directly behind your head. That might explain those nasty headache. But don't worry yourself. It might heal soon. And I'm sorry honey. Nobody has calling looking for you yet."

  Softly he answered my numerous questions patiently. That took me more surprised. He is holding back something. I can feel it. He is not fully honest with his statement a moment ago. I demand more of explanation. I need to know the truth. The big question is, what is my name.

Hello, readers.

Introducing my very first short novel. I don't know yet if this book is going to be as thriller as I first planned, but I'm trying my best to write as fast as possible. Enjoy!