New Identity

Chapter 4

I woke up to a splitting headache. It seriously felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to my head! Ugh. I laid in bed with my eyes closed just listening to the sounds around me. A beeping sound was annoying the hell out of me close by. That must have been what woke me from my sleep. The sound of rushed footsteps and someone sounding out orders were heard from a distances.

I put my arms over my head and stretched all the way down to my toes until they curled. Immediately, I held back a shriek and stopped stretching. Every muscle in my body was protesting for me not to move. I obliged. What the hell happened to me? All I remember was getting in the car with Andrew and then everything is blank.

“Doctor Jones, you are needed in room 639,” a female voice said right outside my door.

My eyes popped opened. Doctor? What…who…how…I think I’m going crazy. I looked around the room I was occupying and realized that it wasn’t mine. Instead of orange walls with posters and pictures, these walls were white and bare. A curtain was hanging from the ceiling; a chair was sitting at the right side of my bed. An I.V. was sticking out of my left hand with the machine nearby. Where in the hell am I? This place smelled clean and sterile…ah shit. I’m in a damn hospital. I hate hospitals. But how did I…

And then all of the memories from the accident flashed through my mind; the car hitting us, the blood coming from Andrew’s face and from my arm, him barely breathing. Oh my god! Andrew! I shot from the bed, flinging the itchy sheets on the floor. My vision blurred and my knees almost gave way. I leaned against the bed and waited for it to pass. My right hand found the tube sticking out of my other hand and yanked it out of my flesh. I closed my eyes at the instant pain but it didn’t last long. As soon as I got my vision back, I headed for the door. But before I could even get half way across the room, the door opened.

“Ms. Calsen, would you please get back in bed? You need to rest,” the nurse said softly as if she was talking to a five year old. The nurse looked like a sweet lady in her mid-thirties. Her straight red hair flared around her face and stopped just after her shoulders. I could tell she enjoyed her job by the sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes. She walked over to me in her light blue scrubs. “Your father is just down the hall getting some coffee.” She grabbed my arm with one hand and she placed the other at the small of my back, directing me back to the itchy sheets and lumpy bed.

I slipped my arm from hers. “I need to find Andrew.” I said my voice coming out more calmly then to how I was really feeling. This time I walked as fast as I could to the door and I actually reached it. I placed my hand on the knob when a strong arm snaked around my waist. I looked behind me and saw the nurse start to pull me away from the door, but I held on for dear life. The nurse gave one good pull and she had full control of where I ended up. Damn this lady is strong!

“Zaphera, you need to lie back down. Your friend, Andrew, is fine. He was transported to another hospital this morning,” she said. I quit struggling and listened to what she had to say. “Your father told me to tell you the truth and to not sugar coat it.” The nurse took a deep breath before she started speaking again. “When the two of you arrived here, you were unconscious with a deep gash on your arm. Andrew, on the other hand, was barely breathing and he lost a lot of blood from the cut on his head. He must have hit the windshield or the window really hard.”

He hit the window? I don’t remember him hitting the window. Hell I don’t remember anything that happened while we were flipping besides me screaming. What hospital did he get moved to? Better question, what hospital am I at?

I must have gotten lost in my thoughts because I didn’t realize that I was now lying in the lumpy bed and the nurse was putting the IV back into my hand. “Where am I?” I asked, finally finding my voice.