No Memory

13

The tiles on the ceiling wave a friendly hello to me. It seems they already know me so well here. They still have the same menace as before. But now I know who I am. Maybe not who I was before, but rather who I am now. I smile. I did it. I survived a serial killer.

I sit up in bed. The room is silent and partial dark. I feel a tug in my heart.

I don't know how long I've been out of order but I know it's time to get up. No one sits in my room; a few chairs have been brought in.

Who would come see me? Charlie? Danny? Holloway? Maybe Ted? Ya probably not Ted, I got a human heart in a box sent to his house, he's probably sore about that. I move the blankets off of me and rest a moment. The world around me seems to spin.

I throw off my IV causing a beeping noise. I wait for a nurse to come in. None do. I roll my eyes. What if I died? What would they say? I doubt I would die anyways.

"Oh I'm fine," I huff at it and get out of bed. The tile's coldness pushes through the warm hospital socks as I wobble my way to the closed door. I grab the handle and open in. It must be night time due to the lack of staff and people around.

I groupe my way out of the room. The drugs in my body causing me to fall. I have to stand and walk. I have to move. I don't know what time it is or what day it is. All I know is that it's time to get the hell out of here.

I have only one thing set in place.

Find Charlie.

The hospital gown doesn't like me. It tugs to my body beckoning me to go back to my room. But I press on as I get to the nurse's station. One nurse sits in the swivel chair as she types on her computer. I gather enough strength to stand up properly. I lean against the counter like thing as I try to act natural.

"Hello, I'm looking for Crews, Charlie Crews," I smile. The nurse looks up and recognizes me as a patient. I almost fall over but hold myself up with my arms on the counter.

"Anna Wilson right?" She stands up and comes over to help me stand. I refuse her help and stand up straight.

"Yes now where is Charlie Crews?" I ask feeling a little impatient. The nurse purses her lips.

"If I lead you there do you promise to go back to your room?" She whispers almost as if we were being watched. I roll my eyes and nod.

"Lead the way," I motion my hand. The nurse walks to the elevator turning her head every so often to check on me. As we get to the doors I notice the large bandage on my arm. Then I feel the pain. I grimace as the nurse presses the up button. The doors open and the nurse goes in. I follow behind her. I can hardly move anymore. The nurse clicks the 5 button. I know what's up there. The ICU is on that floor. I stiffen as I grab on to the cold metal bars surrounding the elevator. A few seconds the elevator stops and the doors open. I follow the nurse down the white hallways. Some pictures hang on the walls. One picture catches my eye. It's a picture of Times Square. It's no wonder I lived there. All that hustle and bustle.