Lost Memories

Chapter One

Robin's POV**

It was dark, very dark. All I could see was nothing but an empty black space that surrounded and filled my conscience. I was trapped in my own mind, clawing at the blank walls to try to escape. I needed to wake up. I needed to make sure she was okay. But there was nowhere to run. I was imprisoned in my unconscious mind, leaving everything that was worth living for, questionable. Well, almost everything, there was one valuable thing that I knew that didn't need questioning; my wife. I needed to get back to her, but how? I was stuck in the pit of my mind, with almost no hope of getting out.

I was ready to give up, until I saw something that made me clutch onto whatever little hope I had left. There was what looked like a ball of bright light. I just stared longingly at it. Was this my way out? Was this my way back to her? Maybe. Maybe not, but I was willing to take that chance. I walked slowly but surely, towards it. As I got closer, the light got brighter. The brightness of the light got so intense that I had to squint my eyes and shade them with my hand, which didn't really make a whole lot of difference. I continued to walk, without stopping until I found myself walking into the ball of light.

Within the blink of an eye, my life flashed before my eyes and I reminisced the accident. It wasn't very clear as it came in patches, but I remember seeing my wife Regina, slouching in the passenger seat, cut and bruised, with blood trickling from her head and no indication that she was conscious... or alive for that matter. Was she dead? Or was I just being overly paranoid and fearing the worst?

"Get that thought out of your head right now Locksley. She's going to be fine." I thought to myself.

I wasn't going to let fear overpower me. I was going to stay strong and optimistic for both of us. There was another flash and I closed my eyes as it was so blinding. In that moment, the rest of my mind began to spin rapidly. I couldn't understand; what was the actual purpose of this "ball of light"? Was it a genuine escape route back to the real world, or was it just a mind trick?

I opened my eyes again, but this time I found myself staring at a ceiling. I also noticed that I wasn't standing anymore, instead I was lay flat on my back. I made an attempt to move and it wasn't long before I felt the most excruciating pain in almost every limb and joint of my body. I bit my lip to hold back a scream, which remained a lump in my throat. Instead I yelped in which sounded more like a muffled growl. The intensity of the pain made me lose my breath and I started to pant. I sharply turned my head to find a bag of fluid connected to a thin plastic tube, which was attached to my hand that was banded up. It didn't take much working out to learn that I was in a hospital and that I was awake.

Knowing that making an attempt to sit up wasn't going to work, I tried to hold my head upwards as best as I could to take in a view of my surroundings. When I finally managed to get myself to focus, the first thing I saw was a fold out table which had enough room underneath for it to hover over my hospital bed. It had a large bouquet of flowers which blocked out most parts of the room from my view and a card on it with the words "get well soon" printed on the front.

I didn't bother to check who they were from as I began to think about Regina and once the thought of her kicked in, I couldn't stop. I needed to see if she was okay. With a struggle, I tried to get up as fast I could, fighting off any sort of pain that flooded through my body. As I managed to sit up, a nurse spotted me from outside my room and rushed in to restrain me. "Sir. Sir!" The nurse projected her voice loud enough for me to hear. "You need to stay in bed and rest, you were in a car accident." I knew what she was saying was true but I didn't really care; at that point there was only one thing on my mind that mattered to me. I continued to struggle.

"Regina! Where's Regina?!" I demanded. The nurse's grip on my shoulders started getting a little firmer. "Mr Locksley, you needn't worry, your wife is in great care, now please I suggest you get some rest." She said soothingly. Even in the condition I was in, I was still stronger than her and started to use it to struggle out of her grip. "Not until I see my wife!" I shouted. I tried not to take my frustration out on her because I know she was only doing her job.