Evanescent

Two

The same doctor came in the next day.

"Do you remember anything about your accident?" My doctor asks sweetly. Dr. Lamont is a petite women in her mid 40's. Her gorgeous brown locks are slowly being taken over by grey hairs, and her kind green eyes remind me of my mom's.

I try to grasp onto any memory I have of my injury, but it's just a dead-end. It's as if someone has plucked the past few days from my brain, leaving me with no recollection of the event.

"I-I don't remember anything," I say, feeling useless that I can't help her out.

She pulls out an old wooden clipboard from her white coat that is 2 sizes too big for her small frame. A black ball-point pen is removed from her front pocket, and she scribbles down information on what appears to be my patient form. After she finishes, she swiftly tucks her supplies back into her large coat.

Dr. Lamont clears her throat before leaning forward on her chair.

"I think I know what you have."

"What I have? Like a disease?" I question, becoming panicked. But all my doctor does is laugh.

"No. You just have temporary memory loss. It's common for a patient to receive this after a traumatic experience. You have nothing to worry about." She reassures me by smiling, and I suddenly feel a lot calmer about the situation at hand.

"So this is temporary?"

"From what I can tell, yes. I think you'll be just fine. Your memory from the past two weeks is wiped, but will come back with time."

And with that, my doctor stands up and glides to the exit of my small hospital room.

"Have a good day Ms. Vanessa." She says before disappearing behind the metal door.

Within seconds, before I even have time to digest my conversation with Dr. Lamont, a new figure appears at the door frame. She's very tall with silky brown hair. High heels are strapped to her narrow feet, giving her an unneeded extra inch. Her big blue eyes widen at the sight of me.

"Vanessa! I'm so happy to see you!" She rushes to my sickly white hospital bed and embraces me in a tight hug.

"Hi Annie- Annie let go! I can't breath" I manage to say.

"Oops! Sorry." We both break out into laughter.

"So how are you feeling?" She asks, suddenly concerned.

"I'm kind of tired. Falling out of a window was pretty exhausting." I joke around. I smile at her, expecting her to laugh along.

But she doesn't return the small favor.

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. I sense something's wrong, and I narrow my grey eyes at her.

"What's the matter Annie?"

She suddenly wipes the strange look off her face, returning to her always happy expression.

"What do you mean?" She responds with an obviously fake smile.

"You were acting...strange." That was the only word I could seem to use to explain her behavior.

She just shakes it off as if it was nothing. "Oh I was just thinking about how hungry I am. Are you hungry? I'm going to go grab something for us to eat. Okay?" Then she was out the door before I could respond.