Love Will Remember

Hospital

I try slowly squinting my eyes open, but it's too bright. I groan and then try again, I slowly open them and the lights don't become a problem anymore. I can't move my head, I feel too weak, I just move my eyes and try to look at my surroundings. I can see a window, I see a door, I see white coats hanging on the back of the door. Then my vision gets a little clearer and I notice the tubes on my arms and realise I still have my oxygen mask on, so carefully and steadily I pull it off and take a breath of fresh air, it feels weird, yet at the same it's right.

The door opens and in walks a tall blonde female carrying a clipboard, she looks up from her clipboard and notices I'm awake,

"Oh my! Miss! You're awake! I better alert the others!"

A couple minutes later, the woman returns with another female and a male, I'm assuming they're all doctors or nurses, they take off my oxygen mask, and turn off the life support machine which is followed by the removal of the wires attached. Once I'm all de-wired and sitting more comfortably in my bed, the first woman I saw walks in smiling at me.

"Hi there, I'm Doctor Carter, and I just need to do some tests very quickly, is that alright with you?"

I give her a slight nod.

She leads me out of the room, down the hall, and past a few more doors until we get to a room where the plaque on the door says 'recovery'

We sit down and she begins to ask me stuff.

"Okay first question, do you know your name and age sweetie?" She asks in a slow and soft voice,

"I don't know my name. I don't remember. I think my name is Francesca, I've heard people call me that when I was in my coma, and I believe I'm 21-that was said too, but I don't remember celebrating any birthday after my 18th." I say, I mean this is what I've heard the last few weeks, who else would these people be talking about, but then I don't remember turning 21 or 20 or even 19.

She writes my answers down and moves onto the next question,"what is the last thing you remember?"

This is the thing that stumbles me, It's all a bit hazy, I remember parts of things that happened, but then others seem to be black, so I just answer what I think I was last doing,"I remember walking to my school with these two girls I think may be my friends, then it's blank, and I remember boys there too but I don't remember it clearly."

She has a concerned look on her face,"that's the last thing you remember?"

I nod.

She writes something down then says to me,"Your name is Francesca Caulvigia, but I'm afraid, that you went to school 3 years ago, you're 21 now, and time has moved on, it's early signs but I believe you have amnesia. It's not fatal, you remember parts of your life, so it's stage 2 which is easily cured, but you're going to need to spend a little more time in the hospital, we will move you to the recovery ward where you will meet with other doctors and they can try to trigger memories and then you can also have visitors too which will probably work best in trying to get your memory back."

She explains all of this and all I can think of is that yesterday I was 18, I was going to the studio, I don't know who with, or what I sung or danced to but I remember the building, and now I'm 21 I've woken up from a coma and I have amnesia where doctors will think I'm crazy and start doing weird medical tests on me, I want to go home, I don't know if I have one but all I know is I don't want to be here.