Chasing Shadows

Chapter One

White lights everywhere.

I blinked several times until my eyes adjusted to the brightness. Groaning, I started to sit up until I felt a pull in the back of my throat. I began to gag,

"Lay back down, you have a endotracheal tube down your throat and need to relax before you start to hurl." A man's voice spoke, I turned my head to see him reading the clipboard he had in his hands. He then dragged a chair that was by the door and put it beside the bed and sat down.

"It appears that you lost your memory during surgery, I'm afraid. We tried to get background information about you and your family members, but you didn't turn up in the system," He read from the clipboard, he looked at me, sighed then began to read again.

I looked at him confused and tried to remember my life. I didn't remember how old I am, my family, my friends, my hobbies, nothing

"I'm going to take out the endotracheal tube and give you water so we can talk and figure who you are, okay?" He asked, I nodded in response.

"As for right now, I'll call you Jane so I can address you properly," I nodded

I sat up and drank the glass of water he gave me.

"How long have I been here?" I croaked.

"Two weeks tomorrow, is any of your memory coming back to you since you woke up?" He asked, grabbing a pen from his pocket.

"No, I don't remember anything. How did I end up at the hospital?" I asked folding my hands together and resting them on my lap. I frowned when I noticed a tattoo on the inside my left ring finger. A tiny 'A' was written, barely noticeable, I touched it hoping it will bring back a memory.

"The paramedics found that you and another individual had overdosed on heroin and had a large percentage of alcohol in both of your systems. Combined, it is a shock you are even alive, you could have died if the paramedics arrived a second too late." I looked up from the tattoo to look at the doctor.

"I overdosed?" I whispered, shutting my eyes.

"Who was the other individual?" I asked.

"We aren't sure, he too also has no trace in our systems. We can't identify either one of you," He said adjusting his glasses on his face.

"Did he ..."

"No, he didn't pass, we're still waiting for him to wake up," I began to hear static from a walkie talkie fill the room with noise.

"Doctor Andrews, we need you in room 312," a feminine voice stated.

"I'll be right there," he said into the talkie.

"Try to concentrate on jogging back your memory while I'm gone, okay?" He said before he went out the door. I looked around the room hoping to see anything that would help me remember anything.

"How can he leave without anyone seeing him?"

"Did you check all the exits?"

"Did you check the basement?"

I scrunched my eyebrows as I watched, through the rectangular glass on the door, as nurses, doctors and security men question each other while running back and forth. Curious, I got up to see what the problem was. I gritted my teeth when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I clutched my stomach as I started to walk towards the door.

I walked through the glass at two nurses talking,

"How can you leave him alone in a room, you knew this patient was suicidal. What could have possibly been more important than someone's life," The nurse yelled at another.