The Story of Her

I. Her Awakening

~~~ALIRA's POV~~~

Few months after the accident, I found myself lying in a hospital bed with wires all over my body. Why do I know that I am in a hospital? Because of those machines located beside my bed showing my vital signs and, because of those air tanks probably meant for my life support. I thought I was dreaming so I closed my eyes again and tried to think.

First, why am I here? And, what happened to me? 

Since I simply can't remember anything yet that time, I just analyzed the entire room to see if I’m familiar with it.

 It was a normal studio type room decorated with simple paintings. Painted with white and peach colours. There’s this brown door, probably the comfort room at the left side of my bed. Another door is located beside it. 'Probably the way out of this room' I thought. A big window at left part of the room covered with blinds. It’s probably night time as the room is lit with dim light.

 Then, a more logical thought came in to my mind. FOOD. And yes, It was actually the first thought I had earlier when I woke up before I was troubled with not knowing anything.

'I'm hungry'. And I’m back to that.

If I was not distracted by my confusion as to why I am here, then probably, I was already asking for food to eat to the first person I will see. Gosh, I'm starving!

Then I saw my right arm stuck with a needle connecting to a tube with, what’s that? Water? Weird, but I’m not scared at all knowing that it’s flowing inside my body. But eww, gross. I don't like my smell. I've never been a fan of hospital smell. The one that smells like alcohol mixed with medicines blood and other stuff. Anyway, since I can’t do anything in my current state, I searched the room and found this woman sitting in the couch, sleeping.

She's probably around her late 40s or on her early 50s. 'She’s small'. I thought. Because she fits perfectly in the couch alone. I tried to look at her more. The light was not too dark for me to not see that she’s having a hard time sleeping. Her forehead was creased with, I don't know. Tension? Worries? It pains me so much to see her like that. I felt sudden sadness that time. A tear fell from my eye. At that same moment, I remembered who she is in my life. My mom.

I wanted to reach out to her immediately so I tried to call her name. But, it's weird, because I don't remember her name at all. I tried to say something but I can't.

I don't know but I am in a total MUTE state!

Realizing the fact that I can’t communicate, I started to panic. Then the door beside the comfort room opened. Like I thought, it's a door going out of this room. 

A dark slim guy went in and was stunned looking at me. He was holding a black bag and was to about to cry then rushed outside. He came back as well in an instant and shouted, "Ma, she's awake!!!"'.

Ma? is he my brother? I’m not sure. Though he somehow resembles that lady in the couch. So I concluded, Yeah, he's probably my brother.

Surprised, the lady in the couch was startled and was about to fall down to the floor. I thought, If he's really my brother, I'll kill him for doing that to our mom. Tss.

"Call the doctor", she said motioning to the slim guy to go now.

"Already did." Grinning like an idiot. To think he was about to cry earlier. Gosh. What is he? A Bipolar? Great. I have a bipolar brother. Joking, I relaxed a bit.

The lady was about to hold my hand when the doctors and nurses came rushing in. Not minding the commotion, I looked at her. While the doctor and nurses are checking all the things they can check on me, I studied her face again. The creased on her forehead was still there but this time, I can see relief in there. It’s like she became younger. Worry free. That's better, I thought.

Another thought occurred to me. What the hell happened to me for her to be affected that much? Then I heard the doctor said, "We're lucky." We?? Hmmm.

"After 7 months of being in that vegan state, she's still manages to wake up with stable vital signs," he said.

7 MONTHS?! I am in a vegetative state for 7 months. No wonder I can't speak and move freely right now. And I felt so tired as well.

"Thank God," my mom praised. My brother's grin widened.

"Let's wait for her to recuperate more before we do some tests." Then the lady's worried face came back in an instant. The slim guys grin was turned off just like that. Why? What’s wrong with me? Urgh. I can’t talk.

Geez.