Pain. Dull, harsh pain. That's all I could focus on when I gained my conscience back.
As my eyes slowly opened, I came to a realization that I was in a bed. It wasn't just any bed, but a hospital bed. I looked to my right to see the window curtains up, letting the night sky fill my eyes. There was another thing that caught my eye; a younger man sitting in a chair. He seemed to be sleeping, propping his head up with his hand.
I turned my head to look at the clock next to me; it read 1:37. I sighed and laid my head back on the pillows, but winced in pain as I wasn't slow and gentle enough.
I brought my right hand up from under the covers as I felt something wrapped around it, only to see it bandaged up, favouring my ring and pinkie finger seeing they were the only ones wrapped up. There was also a wrap around my head and a pulse checker on my left pointer finger. So I laid there, still as a rock.
How did this all even happen?
Suddenly I heard a gasp coming from the man who accompanied the chair.
"Bailey? Oh my God okay I'll be right back," he energetically told me as he scurried out of the room. I closed my eyes to somewhat ease the surge of pain going throughout my body. That was all I could focus on at the moment, the pain, because there was nothing else to focus on. My mind was empty. Moments later, my eyes blinked open to the sounds of footsteps singing in the room.
"Oh Bailey I'm so happy you're awake, Harry feels terrible for what he did," the same guy pleaded as he hugged me, taking caution of my aching body. I stared blankly and confused as he shared a long hug with me. I felt his breathing hitch as he inched away from me, sharing the same face as me.
"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked.
"Other than my head hurting and my body aching, yeah," I answered, my voice groggy from not speaking for a while.
"Did you hear what I said?" He clarified. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yeah, that Harry is sorry... but who is that?" I asked. He seemed to be shocked by my response.
"He's the one who ran into you at the football match. The one that fucked up your head. From today? What you've been doing here in London for a week?" He listed off, making me even more confused. I slowly shook my head. Panic seemed to fill his face. "Bailey do you know who I am?" He finally asked, his voice trembling. I gave him sad eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't," I apologized. He looked like he was about to cry, as did I.
"Does Jay ring a bell? At least sound a little familiar?" He begged. I didn't say anything, only stared back to him. A tear rolled down my face.
"Bailey, I'm your brother." He lastly informed before he closed his eyes. He hugged me again, his sniffs muffled in the bed sheets. Another person came in the room, but I knew he was a doctor by what he was wearing.
"I see you've waken up, how are you feeling," he simply asked me as he raised a clipboard and pen together.
"My head is in pain," I answered, trying not to use any profanity for my response to a doctor.
"Doctor Earns she's lost her memory," Jay interrupted, sniffling back tears. The doctor raised his eyebrows.
"Really? I didn't think that would happen- I mean, it's very common to loose short term memory in head injuries-"
"But it's not just short term. She doesn't know who I am," He interrupted once more. The doctor walked over to me and started examining my head by moving his hands across the bandages. I brought in a sharp breath as he touched a sensitive spot on my head, causing me to flinch away from him. That quick movement made my headache even worse.
"Hm, I'm gonna have another look at your x-rays, I may have missed something in my diagnostic. I'll bring some more pain medications also," he slowly spoke as he wrote something down. He told us that he would be back in a while and left.
But in replace of him, four others walked in; a girl with darker hair who wore an all red outfit, another girl with red hair who wore a shirt with the letters "SDMN" written on it, and two dirty blonde boys who both wore matching black. The red-head girl gasped as she saw me.
"Oh my God Bailey I've missed you so much, how are you feeling?" She questioned like Jay had before. It seemed like she hadn't seen me for a while.
"Fuck I feel so, so bad for what I did, I am so sorry," one of the blonde boys apologized sincerely. That must be Harvey- no, or was it Harry? I don't remember at all.
I looked to the other blonde boy; he didn't say anything, he only looked at me. He seemed to have been holding something behind his back. As I looked to his eyes, he looked away. He was the only one who looked vaguely familiar, but it was all a blur to me.
"Guys, she's lost her memory," Jay grimly informed. Everyone gave wide eyes.
"So, you don't know what happened? Or who we are?" The brown haired girl asked.
"I have an idea. Jay said that, was it Harold- or Harry did something to me?" I guessed. The one who I think is Harry sighed as he went on his phone. He came over to the side of my bed.
"This is what happened," he said as he pressed play on a video, showing me head-but into his head, more impact on my head, making my lifeless body hit the floor like it was nothing. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.
"Shit, that was me!? Are you okay?" I asked him, more worried about him than me.
"I'm totally fine, just a little concussion. But you-"
"The doctor said it was the worst concussion and skull fracture he's ever seen," the other blonde interrupted, seeming proud of knowing that. I thought for a minute.
"So, Jay, you're the only one here that's related to me right?" I asked, Jay answering with a yes.
"Then where are my parents?" I looked directly at Jay, who looked down to the ground, but gave the same sad eyes as I did before.
"Bailey, our parents are gone."
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I'm sorry 😞 but it will get better I promise <3
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