When Everything Changed (Currently Rewriting)

14. The Legal Age of Baby-Making

CHAPTER 14 | The Legal Age of Baby-Making

Voices lingered in the motionless air.

“The patient would be fine. She is predicted to come into conscious in a few days or earlier. There is nothing to be worried about,” one of the voices stated.

Since pure curiosity overtook my thinking, my eyes fluttered open involuntarily. The scene surrounding me was quite a blur, and I rapidly blinked my eyelids to focus onto the scene. As soon as everything was clear, I observed the unfamiliar environment I was in.

I scrutinized the cream-colored walls, decorated with a 50-inch high definition television and a few art canvases that were framed. I discovered that I had been lying in a king-sized bed, neatly sheeted with a gray bed-sheet, a white plush blanket, and a magenta plaid quilt. Towards my left was a balcony which showed off the great autumn view. Snow-capped mountains twinkled in the distance. Birds chirped merrily in the fall-colored trees. A beautiful meadow completed the scene outside.

Plus, there were two men outside on the balcony with their backs facing me.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my skull and caused me to lose balance. I fell back down onto the feathered-pillow, and I started to massage my temples. I softly groaned and kept the massage going. As my hands rose up higher on my forehead, I felt a certain cloth. I took both of my hands off my temples and caressed the gauze cloth wrapped around my head. Taking the mirror on the bed stand beside me, I looked at the reflection of my injury.

A bandage with dried blood was wrapped around my head.

The screeching of glass snapped me out of my inspection. I immediately looked over to my left, seeing the two men just walking inside the room I was in. Anxiety possessed me as unfamiliarity struck with the two men.

Yet somehow in the depths in my mind, I know one of them.

“She is awake early as I predicted,” says one of the men dressed in the white polo suit and black slacks. Dark-framed glasses settled on the bridge of his nose, and a stethoscope lazily hung around his neck. With instinct, I inferred that the man talking is a doctor.

“Angeli,” the doctor says carefully. The name struck me hard with unfamiliarity, but some falsity was nagging at the depths of my mind. “I will be checking you to see if you are feeling alright.” The doctor sensed my fear and hesitation and continued, “Trust me to not hurt you?”

I let out a sigh and nodded.

The doctor dug one of his hands in his pocket and pulled out a tiny flashlight. He then took fingers and forced one of my open while shining the light on it. After inspecting both of my eyes, he then proceeded to asking me some questions to see if I was okay. After writing down all observations on his clipboard, he asked me one more question.

“Angeli,” he says. “I will now check if the injury to your head had done some damage to your mind. Now, do you remember this guy beside me?”

My eyes clicked towards the man standing beside him. With dark curls covering his head and dark green eyes scrutinizing me, a sense of familiarity nagged me once again. Somehow, a little bit of discomfort and fear has crept inside of my mind and made my blood pressure high.

“N-no,” I say, “At least I don’t think so.”

“Well, let me introduce myself,” the guy says and walks up to me to take my hand in his. “I am your fiancé, Sean. You may not remember me clearly since you have been diagnosed with amnesia due to the car crash you had gotten into a week ago.”

After he mentioned that I was diagnosed with amnesia, I suddenly realized that I do not remember anything – not even my own name. The doctor called me Angeli, so that should be my name, right? Who am I? Who is Sean? Where am I? What’s my past? The questions hurled at me overwhelmingly.