Memory Loss

Chapter One

Chris

Waking up I sensed something was wrong before I even opened my eyes. I knew I wasn't at home, whatever I was laying on was too hard to be my bed. I sniffed too afraid to open my eyes and wondering if I was still dreaming, I smelt disinfectent and that worried me more. I did a mental check of all my limbs and everything seemed in ordered. I braced myself and opened my eyes. I was shocked to see I was in a hospital bed, my right arm was hooked up to a machine and my head hurt like hell.

Suddendly I noticed movement to right, I turn to see my mum asleep on the chair next to my bed. She looked terrible; older. I guessed that it was me being in here that had done that too her and I wondered how much trouble I was in.

"Mum?" I asked.

She sat up so quickly it scared the hell out of me.

"Oh my god, Chris you're awake." she cried practically crushing me with a hug.

Up close I could see that she was definitly looking worse than the last time I saw her, she was starting to go grey; her perfect brown hair fading and her eyes looked different sader maybe.

"Mum what happened?" I asked just as a doctor walked in.

"Hi I'm Doctor Jones, glad to see you are awake Chris." he told me.

"What happened?" I asked again.

"You were in a car accident Chris, Brett was driving but he is fine, he just broke his arm, you hit your head though." She started to cry and I was wondering if there was something I was missing.

"You've been out for three days," Doctor Jones told me.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked automaically, me and Brett weren't even 16 yet god knows why we had been driving.

"Of course not, it wasn't your fault, a drunk driver hit you." Mum told me.

I must have look as confused as I felt because the doc started writing notes.

"How are you feeling he asked?"

"Fine, I guess, I have a headache though." I replied.

He jotted down some more notes and then looked at me again.

"Whats the last thing you remember?"

"Erm... I don't know its all a little fuzzy.... just hanging with Brett and the guys I guess." I replied trying to remember something, anything.

"It's OK Chris its not uncommon to forget the actual accident." he told me.

"So am I ok? Can I go home."

"One more question first, whats the date?" he smiled down at me.

I sat there for a moment working out the date factoring in that i'd been out of it for three days.

"18th of June 2009." I tell him.