The Errow's

Take it bit by bit

 When I woke, Anthony was sitting next to me holding my hand and reading a book. I know this feeling anywhere. Holding his hand just felt right. I felt safe, and that whatever happens, I-I just feel protected around him. His giant hands clutch mine, and that smile, I know it as the back of my hand, as he just stares into my eyes, and I in his. I wish I could just freeze this moment, this moment of peace and trusting and never leave. I don't wish for this to just past like another minute, this time is not like the rest. I'm not ready for the horrors that await my wiped memory.

I take a moment to look around the room I'm in now. I'm no longer on the table, I now reside in a semi-lit hospital like the room, in one of those soft fluffy beds. But, just like when I was on the table, I'm chained to the bed. I have so many questions about my memory and what has happened, I just don't know where to start. As I continue looking around the room, Kenzie comes in with a tray, and on the tray contained, water, chicken noodle soup, and some aspirin. All of the sleep I've got has really helped with my head, but the pain is all over my body.

She comes over and sets the big gray tray on my lap and said really quietly, "You need to eat, it's been some time." The first thing that comes to me is, how long has it been? And that's exactly what I ask.

"We brought you to the doctor 2 weeks ago, and most of it, you've slept through." She chuckles a little as she speaks and by now Anthony looks as if he is about to fall asleep.

"Why don't you go get some rest?" I said to him.

As he lifts his head and looks at me and smiles he says, "Ok, but just a few hours, I'll be back before you wake up." he stands up and leaves, flashing me one last smile before fully disappearing.

"Why is he so exhausted?" I ask Kenzie, hoping to get answers to some of my questions.

"He brought you here, and ever since you guys arrived, he has not left your side. He sat outside the door when you were in surgery, he orders his food straight to your room, and he waits." She replies.

"Waits for what?" I want to ask her more but she said that I have to take it a bit at a time. "For you to wake." She replies smiling as she collected my tray and left out the door.

As I sit on the bed, still looking around, I begin to sort out my thoughts. Ok, so something happened, and all three of us were injured. By the time I got here, I was in need for an emergency surgery. I am now done and resting in a hospital room as we all heal.I can't collect many more pieces for this mental puzzle. Time. The word "Time" floats through my head. It has been 2 weeks. 2 weeks. 2 weeks. So what happened before that? The same question goes around in my head as I fall asleep, a peaceful sleep.