I Know Places - Ziam AU

10. Spire St Anthony's Hospital, London

Zayn blinked his eyes open. The first thing he saw was the lamp above him, the brightness hurt his eyes. He wanted to turn his head, but it felt numb. His eyes were scanning everything that was around him. This musts be a hospital room, he thought.

He was alone in the room, the only sound he heard was the beeping machine attached to his body. He wanted to get up, he wanted to press the bell so anyone would check on him. But all he could do was only moving his fingers slowly.

He decided to just wait for anyone to step in, because he had no choice. He closed his eyes, trying to memorize a thing but nothing came up in his mind. Soon, a woman who seemed to be a doctor stepped into the room. She saw her patient was already conscious so she fasten her walk then checked his vitals.

Zayn looked at his doctor, wanted to say a word but his throat was so dry. She smiled at him, noticing his confused expression. He was so confused to begin with.

"Hello, Mr. Malik."

He was more confused. Was that my name? He thought. The doctor released some machines, unattached them from his body. Zayn didn't know what they were called. But he wouldn't need them anymore because he was conscious now.

"You may not remember anything. And unfortunately, it's a temporary memory loss due to your head injury." Zayn furrowed his eyebrows. "But don't worry, it is always okay to start all over again." She smiled, fixing his blanket. "Your family is very concern of you, Mr. Malik. I believe they will help you through this."

It's been a week since Zayn recovered from coma. The doctor explained that he had a traumatic head injury from the plane accident, though Zayn couldn't remember about it. She allowed him to go home with one condition, which was to stay hydrated because his brain would need enough oxygen.

Trisha helped Zayn to get in his bed, fixing his blanket once he was laid down comfortably. There was always this one thing he needed to know, but he didn't know what it was. Some parts of him kept telling it was someone he had to recognize. But who?

"Here," his mum placed a bell on his nightstand. "Ring this if you need something." She stroked his soft hair slowly, her eyes full of fond. "Get well soon, sweetie." She kissed her son's forehead before leaving the room.

Zayn stared at the ceiling above him, not knowing what to think about. He felt empty, not because he couldn't remember everything, but because there was this thing he remembered the most, that hasn't came up to his mind yet. It was always there, but he couldn't tell where exactly.

He closed his eyes, driving himself to an another long sleep. In a hope he would know what thing it was.