Never Let Go

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

--LOU'S POV--

Bright light.

That's all I could see when I opened my eyes.

Squinting, I looked around, wondering where I was. I definitely was not in my bedroom. It looked a bit like a hospital room. I tried to sit up, only to be stopped by a sharp pain in my head. I wondered where I was, and more importantly, why I was here.

Footsteps interrupted my thoughts and I looked up to see a man and a woman, who I assumed were both doctors, in front of me.

"How are you feeling?" The woman asked looking concerned.

I reach up to touch my head and wince slightly, "My head hurts a bit."

"That is bound to be the case." The woman nodded, walked up to me and touched my forehead lightly, as if she was checking my temperature or something.

"Why is that the case?" I asked, extremely confused. "What happened? Where am I? Why am I here?"

"Do you remember anything from the accident?" The lady asked me.

What accident? I thought to myself. "I was in an accident?"

"You don't remember anything?" The lady frowned and muttered to herself, "This is worse than we expected."

I shook my head slowly, suddenly scared that something was seriously wrong with me.

"We are going to ask you a few questions now, to try and find out how bad the situation is, okay?"

I nodded and then winced as a wave of pain washed over me.

"Go ahead." I managed to say.

"What is your full name?"

"Louise Smith."

She nodded and jotted something down on the clipboard she was holding.

"Okay then, when were you born?"

"September the eighth, 1995."

"So far so good." She smiled, "Now for a slightly harder question. What is the date today? If that's too hard for you, you can just tell me the month and year..."

I hesitated for a second, "It's July, 2009."

The two doctors exchanged worried looks and the lady turned to me, her expression looking almost sad. "Honey. It's not 2009, it's 2011."

"What? That's not possible. If it was 2011,  I would be sixteen..." I said in a hoarse voice.

"So how old do you think you are then?" The man spoke for the first time.

"Fourteen...?" I answered, not thinking it was possible that I had gotten my own age wrong.

The lady looked at me and this time her expression was definitely sad.

"You are turning seventeen this year honey. If you hadn't been in the accident, you would have already started eleventh grade."

My jaw dropped in disbelief. "What is this accident you keep talking about? What happened to me?"

"You fell off an eight metre cliff honey. You've been in coma for about three weeks now. We knew your injuries were bad, but we didn't realise they were quite this bad."

The man spoke up again. "From what we've understood, you have retrograde amnesia."

"W-what's that?" I stuttered