The insomnia fogged over me. I couldn't recollect my past or my present. The Flashbacks of sea surrounding me ... I wake up. I couldn't comprehend this memory.
I feel bedazzled by the place I am in with a floating water bed, water that flows past my window as if this place is a circus . This must be magic right?A lady, is
suddenly beside me taking my pulse and says, "How do u feel? "
I look at her with a face of who the heck are u and why are u holding my pulse.
I blink and say, but who the heck are u?She nods and replies I am Amy Fraer your psychologist.
I look deeply in her brown luminous eyes and think deeply.U know u are in an Asylum, right?
I fidget with the linen wrapped around my body. I question what she said, but then why would u check my pulse I ask?
U are a smart cookie. U are in the hospital of New York.
May I ask do u know your name?
I look at her startled my parent's should know cause I can't recollect it, weird.I think not we don't know your name or where your parents are all we know is your name starts with a C. U have an ankle bracelet that is engraved with a C. U seemed to have an airplane accident that flamed your legs internally .
U landed in New York that was hundred years ago u seem to be 16 turning 17 however u landed in the sea. Your body was freezed from the damage created in the crash best way to heal this injury , however the technology wasn't advanced till today to save your legs. U have legs that are made of aluminum a kind of light metal.
Why didn't u just say I am a cyborg?I can see u need some space to equilibrate yourself so C if u need me u can summon the keyboard in mid air press the Amy doctor , OK.
I am here to help u feel better and get your memories back, but it may take time.C
I realized I may never know who I am or neither find who my parents were or where they are. I took a look at the automated parts of my body they look so unrealistic and so cold like the coldest parts of the Atlantic sea.
I roll over to one shoulder and wonder how may I walk or interacting with humans in general, outside the hospital.
It dawned on me I had a coma for hundred years, a century that is bonkers . I decided to think of it later
It still felt queer to be here in this place.
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