The Edge of Honour

Chapter 43

Morgan's POV:

I could hear conversation happening around me- the words mere murmurs in my head. I struggled to open my eyes, they were heavy, too heavy. Noises began to slowly filter their way into my head. A machine which sounded nearby beeped impatiently. The sound of footsteps swiftly followed.

Something cold and round was placed on the left side of my chest. I shivered lightly from the cold as it radiated out from where it touched. I could feel an orange haze glowing above my closed eyes, a slight heat seemed to hover above them. Finally, I was able to open them. Somebody was bending over me. Their hand shone a small, but bright torch into my eyes. Wires sprawled out from each of my hands. I could see that my left hand had been strapped up in a thick white bandage. Was it broken? I felt no pain.

I wondered what had happened, but my brain held no answers. In fact, I could not remember anything sense my meeting with April and Jet. The French conversations around me informed that something else was going on. At that moment, I began to realise that something was seriously wrong with me. This was not a regular hospital visit, something had happened to me and I had the feeling that it was big.

"How are you feeling Jamie?" a voice asked. I followed the sound and discovered that it belonged to the person who's hand had held the metal device that had filled me with coldness.

I tried to speak. All I wanted to do was scream, to cry for help. I had no idea of what was happening around me. I had so many questions to ask, but my voice choose not to oblige me. It was only a soft crackle. The nurse bent lower over my body trying to hear my words, but they were not loud enough.

She handed me a paper and pen as she realised that my voice was gone. Thankfully, my right arm appeared to be still functioning correctly as I wrote in large writing across the page.

"Who is Jamie?" the nurse read aloud. Her face became lighter and she seemed taken aback by my question.

"You," she responded in shock. "We found the information on your person when you were brought in. Your associates confirmed it to the police as well."

I shook my head as I grabbed the paper which she had been holding. Writing slower this time, I explained that my name was Morgan. I had no idea who they were taking about- I didn't even know anybody called Jamie. Suddenly, the fact that the people who were treating me didn't know my name worried me. I felt unsafe.

Finally, I decide to ask one more question that would reveal if my memory was serving me correctly.

"Where are we?" she read. "Why, you are in the hospital." The white walls, steel framed bed, machines and wires indicated that already. I would have to blind not to realise that I was in a hospital. Pressing her further, I explained that I wanted a country.

"France," she replied. She laughed lightly, thinking that it was my question had been a joke. That single word had caused me on the other hand to fall apart. I was laying in a hospital bed with no recollection of any accident happening to me. I was in a different country with no idea how I got here.

Maybe I was wrong, maybe my mind was tricking me. After all they had information confirming that my name was Jamie. That meant that I no longer remembered who I was. My mind was lying to me, I could no longer trust it. I was an empty shell. My head had become a monster trying to attack me from the inside out. I wondered if this was the end for me. This could be how it happened- your brain began to lie to you and finally your body stopped. I would soon cease to exist, the realization hit me hard and I started to cry. It was soft at first, but soon aching sobs came that caused my whole body to move as I breathed in. I could see the nurse looking at me with worry. The crying was the first sound that I had made since my arrival as far as I could tell.