Memorandum (Sherlock Fanfic) (On Hold)

Awake and Alive

~Sherlock~

My consciousness resurfaced and I was able to think again. Not very well, but it was a start. I practiced moving by slowly flexing my toes then my hands. My chest felt constricted; I was having trouble breathing. I flexed my fingers again. It felt good to know that I was able to move. Someone must have noticed me moving because there were footsteps moving rapidly towards me.

"Sherlock, Sherlock? Can you hear me? Open your eyes sweetie." said a soft feminine voice said.

Who was this lady and why was she calling me Sherlock? Sherlock isn't my name, my name is... I can't remember. This is really very bad, how could I not know my own name? I franticly tried to remember something, anything from my past. There was a massive unyielding wall where I was sure my life had once been.

Memory or no, I guess it time to greet the world. I took as deep a breath as possible and opened my eyes. Everything was very blurry at first but once my eyes focused (Thank god, I would have hated glasses.) I could see that the woman was a nurse.

She was also... I drew a blank. It seemed like something I should know, but didn't. Why should I know anything more about her? I've never seen her before in my life. Not that I could remember anyway.

"Hello, my name is Sally," she said, smiling. "I'm your nurse."

I blinked at her.

Just then a balding man in a rumpled suit walked into the room. He rushed to my bedside.

"Sherlock! Thank god you're awake." he said.

I frowned at him. Why did these people have to keep calling me that? It's such an odd name. I opened my mouth and spoke for the first time since waking.

"Who are you?"

His relieved expression collapsed and a single tear escaped down his cheek.

"I'm your brother Mycroft. Don't you remember?"

"No."

"Do you know who you are? What is your name?" asked Mycroft.

"Everyone keeps calling me Sherlock. I have no idea if that is my name, my nickname, my alias or something else. Does that answer your question?

His breath hitched, "Yes." He nodded once and left.

I turned to the nurse. "When will I be able to get out of this bed?"

"Depending on your condition, I'd say four or five days, then another week or so of staying in the hospital while you recover."

"Brilliant." I said sarcastically. I am going to get so bored.

I reach up to run a hand through my hair, a gesture of anxiety and irritation that feels familiar and natural. My hand is interrupted before it reaches my hair though. There is a wide bandage wrapped around my head. Deciding not to explore further, I gingerly place my arm back by my side.

"Sally, what happened to me?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to hear the answer.

"Well, according to Mycroft, you, um, you, well Mr. Holmes, according to him you jumped off of a four story building," she said with an extremely uncomfortable look on her face.

"I did what?!"

"You...," she stuttered.

I cut her off, "I heard you." Taking a cleansing breath, I asked calmly, "What are the extent of my injuries?"

"You have," she consulted a clipboard a the foot of the bed,"two broken ribs, one cracked rib, a cracked skull, a severe concussion which probably resulted in your amnesia, and a badly broken leg. You also had quite a bit of internal bleeding that you were operated on to stop when you first came here. All in all, you should know that you are extremely lucky to be alive. I have never seen anyone survive a fall from that distance and still be in good enough condition to be chatting with me three days later."

I nodded distracted by my thoughts until I caught the last thing she had said. "Its been three days?" I groaned and rather selfishly asked, "Has anyone come to see me? I mean other than Mycroft."

She shook she head, "Not that I knnow of."

I placed my hands together and closed my eyes. Tapping my index finger against my chin I turned over this new inormation in my mind. I needed answers and Mycroft was the only one who could give them to me.

Sally the nurse patted my foot comfortingly and left, probably thinking that I was praying and needed some peace.