INSTA-Daddy

[EPILOGUE]

[TOM]

I sit up on the bed while staring directly to the window's direction, my hands rested firmly on my lap.

Earlier today, I woke up in an unfamiliar place, also unfamiliar with the surrounding. What I do know, is that I was wearing a white robe in a small-spaced bed that's inside a room that's painted in white. Tubes that connected to an IV Fluid bag were pinned on the back of my hand and my head was wrapped with a bandage.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I did was panic. My head was in so much pain like something was throbbing from the inside and it wanted to get out badly. But that wasn't the only thing that made me affright.

My mind, when I woke up earlier today, had nothing but confusion. First, I find myself in an unfamiliar room that later on I figured out was a hospital room; Then, nothing else.

I couldn't remember what happened. Literally nothing. How and why I got here? Nothing. But my head feels like it was going to explode. The bones in my body felt like breaking apart. Blood rushed through my veins making my body heat up.

I screamed and growled as I tried getting up. The nurses and doctor rushed inside for my aid, forcing me to lie back down. I felt something being injected to my arm. It stung more like an insect bite but it somehow calmed me down. My eyes slowly felt heavy until they drop closed.

When I woke up again, I was a whole lot calmer. My head still hurt but it was manageable now. So here I am, sitting on the hospital bed while staring blankly at the window.

I heard the door swung open, which broke me from continuously staring at nothing in particular but the window itself. I turned my head to the side only to see the same doctor come in.

"Hey," he greeted. I only stared at him as he walked closer to the side of my bed. "How are you doing?"

"I don't know," I said nonchalantly.

He nodded and scribbled down on his clipboard.

Before silence could fell between us, I spoke. "Where am I?"

"You're in a hospital."

"I know that. But why am I here?" I grunted, feeling irritated for no apparent reason.

"I don't know exactly what happened to you when you were brought here but you ended up with a concussion," he answered, not looking at me but to his clipboard.

I furrowed my eyebrows trying to take in his response but my head felt an abrupt pain the moment I tried to process the information.

He was still talking, basically mentioning some terms I don't understand. My head would hurt whenever I tried to so it's best to stop trying and pay no attention. I remained gawking him instead with a stern face.

When he finally stopped talking, I took the liberty of asking him one specific question.

"Hey doc," I asked, shifting my gaze back to the direction of the window.

"'Hmmm?" He replied, his eyebrows slightly raised in wait of what I was going to say next.

"Who am I?"

I noted the doctor was about to say something but the door opening got to him first. Two elderly people barged in with worry marked on their faces.

Dejavu. I know to myself that I know who they were, but the tip of my tongue couldn't pinpoint it. For some reason my chest felt heavy, especially when the elder man glared at me.

The elder woman approached me directly and engulfed me in a hug, her elderly prune-y scent getting unto my nostrils.

"Thank goodness you're awake!" She said. I gave her half a smile, even though I couldn't exactly point out who she was. But given by her approach towards me, I'm guessing she's someone important in my life.