Short Stories For The Bored

The Fall

     "Hello, I see you're awake now. You took quite the fall last night, I'm surprised you didn't meet your untimely demise. Here, have a hot drink, it'll help you unwind." A man in an elegant suit said, handing you a perfectly heated cup full of your favorite warmed beverage.
     After sitting up, you grabbed the cup, and took a cautious sip. Deciding it was safe, and absolutely delectable, you drink a little more.
     Now awake enough to take in your surroundings, you notice you seem to be in an office-like room. There was a desk in the corner, with a dimly-lit lamp standing right by the door.
     The man was sitting in a recliner, in the corner directly across the desk. Another, brighter, lamp was there, and underneath the light of the lamp there was a small table with a book resting upon it. You assumed the man was reading before you woke up.
     There was another shelf to your right, on it sat even more books. There was another small table that matched the one next to the recliner.
     Directly in front of you, there was a coffee table, where you decided to set your drink down for a moment. You felt dizzy, and took a minute to ground yourself. During this time you noticed you were on a hospital bed, hooked up to a heart monitor, various drip bags, and other medical stuff in which you couldn't name.
     "Considering the fall you had, I'd be surprised if your world wasn't spinning, or if you didn't have a headache. If you need any pain meds, let me know." The man said politely. You took note that his voice sounded familiar, but you couldn't place it.
     "Th-thanks" You said in a raspy tone.
     "Don't worry about speaking, you've been passed out for quite awhile, take awhile to rest up, I will go make the both of us something to eat." The man said, and left the room. He closed the door behind him, and you tried to think of what happened to you. The man did say you took 'quite the fall', but what did he mean by that? And if at all, how did he know you? Why did his voice sound so familiar?
     All this thinking made your head hurt, so you decided to lie back and sip on that warm drink the man had given you.
     A little later, the man came back with a tray of food. He placed a plate close to you on the coffee table, and grabbed the other plate for himself.
     "Go ahead, eat up. It's been awhile since you've eaten a proper meal." The man said in a very calming tone.
     "Why are you taking care of me, rather than a doctor?" You asked, kind of regaining your voice.
     "Technically dear, I am a doctor, but I know what you mean. I figured since I live in the middle of nowhere, it'd be easier and best for you if I just took care of you myself." The man explained.
You nod your head in understanding, but still feel like something is wrong. You eat your food, cautiously, but figuring as he's kept you alive so far, and the fact that he cooked the meal in a most excellent fashion, you ate without any qualms.
     After finishing, you decide it's time to figure out what happened to you. With a full belly, thinking clearly, and being able to talk properly, you should be able to get the answers you need now.
     "Mister, do you know how I got here? As in, how'd I get so injured?" You asked curiously.
     "Unfortunately I'm a bit blurry on the details, but I can tell you what I do know. "

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Sorry it ends so abruptly! I wrote this awhile ago and couldn't remember really where I was going with it. Let me know what you think happened in the comments!