My Past, Is It Gone?

Chapter 1

I wake up in a foreign room. I cannot hear or feel anything. My vision is blurred and I am trying to figure out were am I. As my senses start coming back to me I try to fix myself upright on the bed. The buzzing noises of machines and the sharp smell of hygiene declare my presence in a hospital. I jump at the sound of electric doors opening at my left side. An old man who seems to be a doctor (from the white coat he is wearing) approaches me. He starts observing the noisy machines around me and when he is done he looks at me and tells me "Hello Jessica, I am doctor Dave and I am responsible to monitor you here". I look at him with a frowning face that i just noticed i have been putting on ever since Dr. Dave walked in. (Did he just call me Jessica so is my name Jessica?) A surge of excitement runs through me as i think my name over and over again but the excitement fades quickly as it is followed by a surge of disappointment which suddenly comes streaming down over me that i don't recognize my own name. Before I have the chance to ask him any questions, Dr. Dave tells me I survived a severe car accident and that the car accident has lead to the loss of my memory and the doctors still cannot identify whether the loss is temporarily or permanent. He says that already 70% of my bruises took their time to heal and are gone now and the rest need more time to heal. I suddenly have the urgency to ask him but although I find it extremely painful to find my voice, I still manage to push myself and ask "How long have i been here". Dr. Dave says " You have been here for 2 weeks unconscious and at that time a lot of tests were made to your memory" as if reading my mind he continues "but there isn't a proved theory for the reason of your memory loss" . He tells me he needs to leave but will be back soon and that he will explain everything to me when the time arrives. He says that I have visitors who i will be meeting soon after he leaves.
I ask"Visitors?" Making sure to stress on the S
He replies" Yes 2 visitors"
After the doctor had left I start examining myself which (when I come to recall) I haven't done since I have woken up. I am wearing a baby blue hospital dress that is at least a hundred larger sizes than my own. My arms are filled with purple bruises and blood stains that break out of the white gauze pieces that rap my arms. I bend forward to reveal my legs from the thin blanket to feel a million cells burst in my stomach. It aches so much I bite my bottom lip to prevent a scream from escaping. Although I haven't remembered anything since I have woken up but I definitely recall the shape of my body. I suddenly wish this room contained a mirror so that I can see whether the features of my face are as I imagine or has something happened to my face. I make a note to myself to ask Dr. Dave why can I recall my appearance (if the one I remember is mine) while I cannot even remember my name. I hear footsteps approaching my room which immediately ignites a reflex action of covering my legs as quick as possible without having a good look at them. As the footsteps get closer the fear of who might be my visitors come rushing towards me. Will it be my parents who i have no memory of or will it be my friends or will it be hundreds of other different possibilities. The footsteps are getting so high and i begin to panic and I don't know what to do. Should i fix my hair or should I lay in bed or should i sit upright. I wonder wether the pathway to my room is long or whether being caught in my train of thought made the seconds turn to minutes and the minutes turn to hours.

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