Bliss

Chapter 1: Memory Loss

Matt's POV:

I wake up to the strong smell of antiseptics in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar person standing a little too close for comfort. I'm sore all over and there's this annoying beeping that doesn't seem like it's going to stop.

"Ah, you're awake!" the man says, looking down on me.

"What happened?" I mumble, looking around the small room.

"You don't remember?" he asks. I shake my head in response. "Well you were in a pretty bad car accident. Broke quite a few bones and you seem to have a major concussion." I try to sit up, but he puts a hand in my shoulder, gently pushing me back down. "It's best if you stay still for a couple hours. I'll be back then and we'll see how you're doing then. I'll see you later, Mr. Bellamy." The man who I'm assuming is my doctor leaves the room and I lie there in silence.

Car accident? I don't remember being in an accident. I still remember my name, age, and all of that shit, but the last thing I remember is going to bed last night. Maybe it's some form of short term memory loss. I close my eyes because thinking is literally giving me a headache.

I must have dosed off because I close my eyes and when I open them my friends Chris and Tom are sitting next to my bed.

"Hey man," Chris says in a quiet voice. "How're ya doing?"

"I have no idea," I groan. "I don't even know what's wrong with me."

"Well I think it's safe to assume you broke your arm," he says, nodding at the heavy cast on my arm.

"Well shit," I say to myself, looking down. I try to sit up, but it causes my head to pound and I fall back again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Tom asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I never said that I was okay," I mutter closing my eyes.

"I know that we haven't been here long, but you need your rest," Chris says in a quiet voice. "We'll try to visit again soon, okay?" I just nod slightly.

"We'll see you soon," Tom murmurs. I hear the door open then close and I know that they're gone. It's nice to be back in the quiet. I really do enjoy silence...

"Mr. Bellamy?" a man asks, tapping my shoulder. I must have fallen asleep again. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I yawn. I try to sit up once more and the strange doctor man lets me. I think that's what I'll call him. Doctor man.

"Well you're doing well enough to sit up which is a good sign. But right now I need to ask you some questions to see if you have any severe memory loss," he says, sitting down next to my bed. "What's your full name?"

"Matthew James Bellamy," I sigh. This is going to be a stupid test.

"How old are you?"

"16," I respond, yawning once more. I wonder how long I've been asleep for.

"What day is your birthday?" he asks. I was right. This is stupid.

"June 9th. Are we done yet?" I groan. This is stupid and boring.

"Just one more. Don't be so impatient," Doctor man sighs. "What is last thing you remember before the accident?"

I close my eyes and think back. The last thing that I remember... "Going to sleep."

"Well I think you have some short term memory loss. No big deal. Nothing major," he says standing up. "We'll see if you're ready to move around some tomorrow. Goodnight Mr. Bellamy." He leaves, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. I look over to the clock on the nightstand next to my bed. It's only 8:47.