one || wake me up
"Miss?"
There was a beat of silence.
"I think she's waking up now, Doctor."
The man, who was assumedly the doctor, sighed. "Finally. It's about damn time. I have no idea how I would be able to break it to her husband and her family if she... well, if she hadn't woken up."
The pair were huddled over the shoulder of their patient, as they searched for signs that the woman was coming to life once more. Her eyelashes fluttered, and tiny frown lines appeared on her forehead.
"My god; she is actually waking up," the nurse whispered.
The doctor cleared his throat. "Miss?" The woman stirred once more, and they carefully watched her left hand twitch slightly on the hospital bed. "You're in the Royal London Hospital. Can you hear me?"
Almost instantaneously, the woman's eyes flickered open, revealing bright, crystal green eyes. "What?" she tried to say, but her mouth was too dry to even make a sound. All that came out was a muffled choking sound, and the nurse quickly took a cup from the patient's bedside table. She lifted the straw, and put it against the disoriented woman's lips.
The woman struggled to sit up slightly, craving to taste the cool water down her throat. And it did run down her throat - it trickled to her stomach quickly, wetting her mouth and awakening her vocal chords.
"My name is Dr. Todd Anderson, and this your nurse, Anna. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded, after gasping for air when she had gulped down all the water in the small styrofoam cup.
"I'll get some more water," Anna said softly, retreating from the room.
With her gone, Dr. Anderson's patient seemed more apprehensive. She twiddled with her hands nervously, and she didn't dare glance at his eyes. It wasn't him that was the problem, necessarily.
There were just too many thoughts running around her brain. None of them made sense, and nor could she even start to get them to slow down and decipher them. They popped up in the front of her mind, and they were gone in the next split second. It was like a movie was on fast-forward, showing only little clips of scenes to her. Some thoughts were loud, and some were quiet, but they all totalled to one big mess.
"Miss," Dr. Anderson began, noticing her visible distress. "Allow me to ask you a few questions."
The woman nodded, not trusting her voice yet. Meanwhile, Anna returned with a full cup of water in her hand and a full jug in the other. She sat down beside the patient, who looked at the cup with thirst in her eyes.
"I don't blame you," Anna chuckled, gesturing towards the water. "I can't even believe how it must feel to wake up after being essentially asleep for so long."
Asleep? For a long time?
The alarm must've shown on the woman's face because Dr. Anderson threw a glare at Anna. She sent an apologetic look back, and turned back to focusing on giving the woman water.
"Well, let's begin with a few simple questions," Dr. Anderson tried again. "What year is it?"
The woman cleared her throat, trying to steady her voice. "I... I'm not sure." Her voice was still raspy, but it was surprisingly smooth nonetheless.
The doctor swallowed. "Miss, I strongly reccommend that if you do remember anything, it is best to not hold it back from us. This is an important part of us helping you to get back on your feet -"
