Lost Memories

Chapter Eight

I wake up to find myself in a different room than I fell asleep in. The nurse was there, of course, so I tried to sit up. My headache was completely diminished, but my legs and arms felt sore and tired.

"What's going on?" I croak the question.

"If you try and escape again you will wake up in much more pain than this." She snapped. "My orders are to keep you in this room until you are better."

"The only reason I'm not is because you stabbed me with that drugged needle."

"It's called anesthesia, and it is not my fault that you struggled against me. It's your fault that you're in this situation."

I could feel my hatred for her creeping up my throat and in my head. She was trying to keep me here against my will when I shouldn't have to be in here. There has to be something more to this. If someone isn't sick, then why would they need to be forced to stay in a hospital? I certainly don't fit the category of sick.

"The doctor should be here soon. Sit tight." She left the room without another word.

"Why can't she be a nice nurse?" I complain to myself once she exits the room.

While I wait I think about what it would be like if Mason and Rissi were here. It would definitely feel less boring, and lonely. Rissi would probably crack one of her horrible jokes, and Mason would probably laugh at the fact that it was so bad. I miss them already.

I sit in silence and drown in my thoughts, waiting for the doctor, and to find out what will happen to me. No longer than three minutes later the doctor walks into the room. It's the same woman who was talking to the nurse while I was gone. She is also someone I already know.

"Ezmerelda?" I ask.

"Hello Valora." She responded. "Surprised to see me here?"

"Yes actually. Why are you here?"

"I was medically trained to be a doctor's assistant. I have been off the field mainly because they needed help at the Romanda. Now I go wherever I'm needed."

"You failed to mention that when I first met you."

"I recall being fairly busy at the moment. Saving your butt from monsters, and taking you to testing." She remarked.

"There were plenty of times you could have mentioned it."

"You didn't bring it up."

I go silent at that. I wonder how many other things I don't know about her. Basic things like, how old is she, or, what's her last name, could all be oblivious to me, yet I could know what her personality was like and how well she responded to a negative situation. It's funny how that works out. Sometimes we know the strangest things about someone only after having spent a little time with them.

"Why are you needed here instead of at the Romanda? I would think they would need more help there." I probe her.

"The only real medic down here right now is me. The one before me went MIA while he was sent on a mission with his group not even a week ago."

She had a spark of emotion in her voice as she told me about this dead person. Isn't this is a daily occurrence? Someone died. No big deal. She didn't know him personally, so she doesn't care. Or did she know him?

I let my thoughts get the best of me and I ask. "Did you know him?"

She pulls medical tools from a cabinet above the sink. She turns on the silver faucet of the sink engraved into a black, granite counter top at the opposite end of the room as I'm sitting in.