Love in dreams

Chapter 4

Peter’s point of view


I’m awake, I can feel it. It’s just that I can’t open my eyes, they are as heavy as one rock can be. It’s not just that. I think that I'm afraid of what I actually might see when I open them. A lot of questions came up to me, but none of them bothered to bring an answer.


Where am I? Or what's even worse who am I? Will I see someone when I open my eyes?


I don’t know if I can even see a difference between the reality and my dreams. What if this is one of my dreams? Will I ever know the difference. I finally found a courage to open my eyes and see in what kind of situation I am.

It was really hard to open them. While I was trying I heard a voice telling me something.

“Easy, easy. You've been unconscious for a while and it might be hard to open them. You have to do it slowly while your eyes get used to the light. Oh, yeah and you might also feel a certain pain coming from your legs.”

I didn't feel the pain in my legs, not until that moment. I immediately opened my eyes not expecting to be bothered by light, but I was. The pain that came from my legs got even bigger, almost unbearable. I felt like my heart is going to explode in thousands little pieces. But I've decided to put up with it as my eyes started to feel normal again and I asked this person beside me a question.


“Where am I?” I was surprised by the sound of my voice. It’s so tired and exhausted.

“You are in a hospital, in London. Someone found you laying on the ground and you almost bled to death.”

“Why, what happened?”, I've started to panic. I had no idea what happened to me.

“We don’t know what actually happened, the police is working on it. All we know is that you got shot in your leg. We were hoping that you would tell us what happened. We didn’t find any information about who you are in your pockets. You didn’t have any kind of ID in your clothes.”, said the nurse. I’m guessing she is a nurse cause she is dressed like one.


“I don’t know what happened. I can’t remember, I'm so sorry. I am not being very helpful, am I?” Oh my God, did I just realize that I've lost my memory? Oh man.


“Oh don’t worry”, responded the nurse. “You will remember eventually, doctor did some tests and we found out that you have a minor brain concussion.” She gave me a warm smile really sincere one.


Yeah, I’m glad we got that figured out, but I kept that sarcastic comment for myself. Instead of that, I told her that I'm grateful for the care that this hospital gave me and that I'm going to pay them for their services as soon as I remember who I am.


“Oh, no need. This hospital doesn’t take money from cases like this one. Son, you have nothing to worry about. You only need to take care of yourself and get better.” What kind of hospital doesn't take money? Like that's true. Even if it is a lie I appreciated the effort.


“Thank you so much. You are being too kind. When you see the doctor thank him on my behalf.”


“You are welcome. I will, don’t worry about it and doctor will come here to check on you either way as soon as he finishes with his other patients. You should now rest.”

“Ok.”

After she left I tried to get up, but I felt dizzy, my head hurts and also I forgot one thing. Maybe the thing that I got shot in my leg. No biggie. It’s a good thing that I got a sense of humor in this kind of a situation. Walking is not an option now. Is it? For now I just have to rest. I'll try to remember something about myself later.

It only took like three minutes till medications started working and I fell asleep. I didn’t have any dreams, at least I don’t think so. All I know is that I was sleeping for 2 hours and I already feel much better.
I decided to use this time for thinking about myself, trying to remember something, something that I like, something that I used to do, something about where I live.


Oh man, I didn’t think that this would be this hard. What’s hard about this is the thing that I don’t know a single thing about whether I have a family or not. Thinking about the fact that I could be alone in this world scares a hell out of me. Knowing that I don’t have anyone to love or them to love me, to care about me makes me feel like I’m the only person alive on this planet.

Who am I? What did I do to get shot? Am I some kind of a criminal who probably got in some problems or a fight and got shot? Or I might be innocent bystander who got shot by an accident. God help me. That is too much for me to handle. Help me win in this fight against myself, please.


I got so emotional, probably upset, because of the fact that I don’t know anything about myself nor about what happened to me. My heart started beating so fast like after a marathon, my head hurts so much that it might explode. I heard medical machines going crazy making weird noises and all of a sudden my leg started to bleed. I didn’t know what to do except to panic, but I found enough courage to call for help. Fortunately, doctors heard the noise machines were making and they immediately came to see what’s happening.


“Doctor, what’s happening to me?” Until that moment I didn’t realize how scared and yet at the same time brave I was.


“It’s ok. You are going to be fine. Don’t worry!”, said the doctor trying to make me feel better.


As I was trying to calm down and relax the last thing I saw was nurse injecting something into my vein. Then, everything became black, the pain was gone and I fell asleep.


I woke up. It’s dark outside, it must be night. I can see some really big buildings through the hospital window. I wish I could get closer to it to breathe in some fresh air. Some fresh air? Really. Dude, this is a huge city, the air is never clean. But it must be better than this one I'm breathing. I called nurse for help.