Forgotten

Ch 4

Mr. Doe paced around the room. His bare feet made little noise on the tiles. His hospital gown left him cold, goosebumps trailed his body. Mr. Doe wanted some real clothes. He forgot what styles he used to wear, but right now, he didn’t care much of what it looked like. Mr. Doe also wanted food. We couldn't remember the last time he ate, literally. He had woken up around two hours ago. The clock in his room said it was 10:39. He didn’t know if it was night or morning. He saw no windows in the entire place. 

“Hospitals had windows, right?” Mr. Doe thought this was all a little crazy. He was upset and angry. He rushed to the door.

“Doctor!!! Doctor Hansfill!!!” He yelled out. He pounded on the door. Mr. Doe waited for a sign if he was coming.

Soon, he heard footsteps. Mr. Doe backed away from the door. He heard the click of the lock. The door opened in a big rush.

“What is it? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dr. Hansfill ran over and checked him. He seemed like a normal guy now. Mr. Doe was relived.

“Sorry for the disturbance. I just wanted to know if I could have food and new clothing. Now Dr. Hansfill was relieved.

“Is that all? I will be right back.” Dr. Hansfill went out the door and locked it. Mr. Doe was bored so he went back to the bathroom. The mirror enchanted him. Was this really Mr. Doe? No, he had a real name. This got Mr. Doe thinking.

The doctor came back into the room, and Mr. Doe left the bathroom. Dr. Hansfill had a tray of food and a pair of clothes.

“Doctor? Would it be okay if I could be called something else?” The doctor looked up in surprise.

“Are you remembering?” Dr. Hansfill started to reach for his chart.

“No… I just don’t think John Doe fits me.” Mr. Doe looked down. 

“So,” Dr. Hansfill looked at him, “What would you liked to be called?”

“Hmmm…” Mr. Doe sat on his bed. “How about Tom?” Mr Doe felt like he looked like a Tom. It was also easy to remember.

“So, Tom Doe?” Hansfill was prepared to leave. Does he have other patients? The thought crossed Tom’s mind.

“Yeah. I’m Tom Doe.” It felt good to hear.

“Sorry, Tom. I must leave now.” He closed the door and locked it. Tom grabbed his food. It was a sandwich and soup. He ate greedily. He had almost forgotten the taste of food. He smiled to himself. He put the tray away and grabbed the clothes. It was an old t-shirt and some sweat pants. Mr. Doe changed and felt much better afterwards. They were slightly big for him, but he didn’t care. Tom was starting to forget the other room and his plan to escape. He crawled into bed and fell asleep. What he didn’t hear were the screams down the hall.

Authors Note- hope you like the new part. this story is really starting to take off  :)