Blurry surroundings before my eyes come into focus, and I hear people murmuring.
I look up, and try to force my body to some sort of sitting position. Something's weird. There's something stopping me from sitting up.
I grunt and lay back down, wanting the pressure or pain, I couldn't tell which, to vanish.
I look around, noticing I'm not at my house in California. No sweet music playing in the background.
I glance left and right and ... what ...
Why am I in a hospital? I think to myself.
Who got hurt?
"Where am I ?" I want to try to form that exact question.
A jumble of sound escaped from my lips and i try to see who Im in the room with and what's going on.
A form of people rush to my side and they look down at me, almost automatically worried and frightened. Wait, I'm laying down?
"Hey hunny, how do you feel?"
A man with a silver necklace rubs his hand against my cheek.
Why is this man touching me? I think.
Feeling rushes in my hands and I feel some sort of gear on my arms... and my legs... my whole body.
I look around again and now I'm panicking. Who are these people?"
"Who are you?"
I force to get out after a third attempt for them all to understand me.
Everyone looks at the man who glided his hand on me.
"You don't remember me?"
Water fills his eyes and trickle down his left cheek.
Did I say something wrong?...
My eyebrows raise in confusion, concern...
"Okay... that's enough... Mrs. Banks needs rest now. I'm going to have to ask you both to either wait in the main office or get some rest yourselves."
Who's Mrs. Banks?
I get enough strength to start feeling and noticing things around my environment, but there's something all around my face and chest. Blood seeps through the bandage every few inches. I look again, this time at my waist down, and my legs.
Wait. Where are my legs?! Where are my legs. Oh my god. What's happening!?
I breath hard, and I look frantically at the ... the ... nurse? doctor? person in green. She rushes over to me.
"Woah woah, calm down, sweetie. You're doing great. I need you to calm down..."
I point to my legless area.
... she looks at me ...
She continues to reconnect gear attached to me and help me reposition myself.
"Mrs. banks... Do you remember anything? Anything from where you were born to what your name is."
She looks at me hopefully.
Do I? I try and dig deep for something. anything.
I shake my head "no"
"I live in California. That's all."
"Mrs. Banks, you are a solider of the US military, and you and the rest of the soldiers went to war against Russia. You were injured severely and we had no option but to amputate both your legs. You're lucky you survived. I'm extremely sorry."
The man outside the glass was staring at me and the woman.
I point to the man for an explanation of who he his.
"that's Mr. Banks......"
