Not Reality

Voices

Voices.

"Think she's awake?"

"I don't know, she has vitals."

"Should we slap her?"

"I don't think she'll like that when she wakes up."

"Well we wait five more minutes then I suggest we start slapping."

"Let's start calling her name first. Don't need to resort to violence."

"Kailyn? Kailyn? Can you hear us?"

Whoever was standing over me were mad annoying. They sounded like two teenage males. I groaned, I felt so numb and weak, my mind slowly starting its gears.

Someone gasped. "She's alive! It worked!"

I heard hands connecting. Of course I'm alive, if I wasn't this was a terrible place to call heaven, heaven shouldn't involve so much pain. I tried to wiggle a toe but that part of my brain didn't seem to be functioning yet. No part of my body was willing to work yet. Damn. I groaned again.

"Can you hear us?" One of the males said.

I tried to respond, I really did try hard. But all that came out was another groan, but this one was higher pitch. Hey, who knew the first thing to function was my voice box. Well if I thought about it, it would be more likely that my ears were the first since I can hear. But they weren't even functioning properly because as I listened to the two males discussing my semi-conscious state they slowly changed to sounding like teenagers to more mature men.

"Maybe her limbs aren't responding yet?" one was saying.

So they both took a leg and slowly started massaging them, lifting them up, and bending at the knees to try to get the feeling back. They didn't seem to care that when their massaging fingers got near my private parts it was making me uncomfortable but there was nothing I could except just feel and try to move my legs away from them. After a good half hour of massaging them I still wasn't moving so they moved on to the arms. I was using every muscle in my brain to try and move something. It took me a good hour and half before finally my left pointer finger twitched. I was so ecstatic I managed to open my eyelids right afterwards.

Now that was a bad idea. I could tell there was light from the orange tint in my eyelids but I didn't expect them to have a huge light shining right in my face. I was immediately blinded, resulting in another groan from me and being able to turn my head slightly from the light burning my retinas. A small amount of relief came when one of the males blocked the light to peer down at me.

"She's conscious," he said.

He had blond wavy hair, glasses, and was wearing a doctor's coat. Oh no, where was I?

Now that was a question that hadn't came to mind. Where was I and who were these men? I had no memory of how I got here. Actually I had no memory at all. My eyes widen. Who was I? The thought hadn't entered my mind. I was too worried about not being able to move then who I was. I was certain I already had that figured out.

"Kailyn? Can you talk?" the man above me asked.

First a rasp came out. Then I managed to cough and croak "Water".

The second man not in my sight handed the first man a glass of water and he assisted me in gulping a few swallows down before it became too much and I coughed it up. The water definitely helped  clear my head and I could feel feeling coming back throughout my body. I sighed.

The question of who I was came back to me. They had called me Kailyn so I'm assuming that is my name. It didn't sound familiar to me. Like he was talking to someone else. But he was looking right at me when he said it. So common sense told me that must be my name unless he was lying to me. Maybe they would explain further.

            With my head clearer I could coordinate my thoughts into actions and could sit up with a little assistance. But sitting up made my head spin. Woah, what the heck knocked me out to make me paralyzed and lose my memory?

"My name is Dr. Robinson. I'm from the Terrance Sector. You have formed a sort of amnesia. You don't know who you are, right?"

I nodded slowly.  Amnesia made sense.

"Your name is Kailyn Miller from Sector Two. Your husband's name is Parker. You work as an assistant for Mr. Holmes, he is the biggest name in  the Law Sector. Your husband can help you with the rest. He is waiting for you outside. After you have fully recovered you may return home with him. You will be able to regain your memory, it just might take a while.” Well that was a relief to know. “Do you have any questions for me?"

“Um,” I thought. “Where am I and how did I lose my memory?”

"Terrance Sector hospital. You have been here for about two weeks," Dr. Robinson replied. "Someone found you laying on the side of the road unconscious with a bicycle. He brought you in. You had a sever head injury, we weren't sure we could save you but you managed to pull through. We knew that you would have memory loss but we’re sure that it’ll come back."

Because I didn't wear a bicycle helmet I don't know who I am? Well I certainly learned my lesson. At least they were sure that I would get my memory back. They monitored me for another half an hour, checking to make sure everything was working and functioning properly before they released me. They handed me clean clothes and told me I could change in here and my husband was waiting for me in the waiting room down the hall. They left so I could change in private. I took off the hospital gown and put on the plain black t-shirt and jeans they gave me. They fit me perfectly, my husband must have supplied them for me.

I walked out into the hall and stopped. I had no idea what my husband looked like. I knew nothing about him. I guess I would just have to hope he recognizes me. I took a deep breath and made my way through the white empty hall of the hospital, looking in any open door rooms trying to find the waiting room. It took only two doors and I found it. There was two men sitting in it. I didn't know which one was Parker. I walked in and they both looked up.

Parker looked to be in his late twenty, a few years older than me, with dark brown hair and dull blue eyes, looming over me but he was slender and skinny, no muscles at all. I knew it was him when he smiled, stood up. and wrapped me in his arms. I hugged him back. He was attractive at least.

"Thank god you're okay honey," he said in a Southern accent, sounding pleasant in my ears. 

"Yeah I'm fine, exhausted though. I can't wait to get home," I said, looking up at him. His eyes had no emotion in them.

"We'll get you home as soon as possible. The doctors told me you developed amnesia from your head injury and that you don't know who you are or remember anything from since you woke up."

"Yes," I said. "I don't even recognize you..."

He put an arm around me and squeezed. “That’s fine, dear. I’m sure that you will remember soon enough.”

He guided me through the building and out the front of the building. What I saw outside was not what I expected. . .