Anna - Rose wakes up from a coma after being in a major accident, and gets told that she's suffering from Retrograde amnesia, a type of memory loss. Taking one day at a time, she tries to learn and regain knowledge about her old life whilst at the s...
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Bringing my arms up to my side, I slowly lift my body into a sitting position. Straining my eyes to see through the blurry haze, my eyes widen as I take in the space around me. Glancing around the room, I was correct about my two previous guesses. One being that the whole room was white and the other being the fact that I'm stuck in a hospital connected to an IV.
My eyes began to sting, and the battle of keeping them from closing began. All I wanted to do was rest them, to shut them so that the constant stinging would stop. I almost did too, but the feeling I had felt when I couldn't open them before kept me from doing so. Refusing to lose, I attempt to distract myself.
Fiddling with my fingers, I look to the window on the right side of the door. The stabbing pain shoots through my spine and up to the back of my neck as I turn my head to get a good view. Keeping in a groan of pain, I watch people scurrying about outside, scampering past my door. The people in uniform are pacing back and forth between multiple corridors, handing out food and checking on patients.
This bed, although painfully uncomfortable, is positioned just off to the side of the window to give myself a good view of everyone who enters to visit a loved one. And everyone who leaves. The door always swings open, unveiling a new set of visitors. A couple walked in with their head down, the man had draped his arm over the woman's shoulders, her head tucked into his neck.
I watch their slow steps and hushed whispering as they walk towards the counter, where a man sits typing on a computer. Resting their arms on the counter, they grab the man's attention. They both lean forward and talk, seemingly in hushed whispers. The man who works here listens, and later softly smiles and points down the hall, clearly giving directions.
My thoughts are interrupted by a doctor, pushing open the squeaky door and my family pushing past. I manage a smile as they hover over me gushing about how happy they are to see that I'm awake.
"Oh, God thank you. You're awake, we've all missed you. " My mother states as she fixes the pillow that I had only just made remotely comfy myself. "When I heard the news from this lovely doctor" she stops fiddling with the pillow and looks up, giving him a warm smile "I couldn't wait to just jump into the car and be the first to say hello".
A genuine smile takes over my face and I chuckle, which stops suddenly when it hurts the back of my throat. My smile drops and I grab my throat, wincing.
"You've not spoken in a while dear, here's some water. Your throat must be incredibly dry." The doctor hands me a tall glass of water from the bedside table and I greedily placed the rim of the cold cup against my lips. It's gone within gulps. The feel of the ice cold water soothes my rough and scratchy throat and I thank him while he takes it back out of my hands, and returns the now empty glass back onto the table.
The room suddenly quiets down. I look around and everyone, not including my brother, is looking at me like I'm about to do something unheard of. Peter, my older brother, had found the furthest chair that sat all the way in the back corner. He was slouched and had crossed his left ankle over his right knee. His foot twitching, like this was the last place that he wanted to be. Like he wanted to get up and leave. I kept looking at him, but he wouldn't look at me once.
He didn't look the same, his once cleanly shaven face had turned into a five o'clock shadow and dark circles was rung all around his eyes. He ran his hand through his messy hair, for what looked like the hundredth time and sighed, looking at the same plain wall that I'd been staring at since I woke up.
My attention then went to my mother who was stood a metre away, her hands clasped in front of her. Like what I had done with Peter, I analyse her. What looked like a new dress hung from my mother's shoulders, a floral pattern of bright colours made her stand out against this white room. Usually, dark colours was her go to, a navy blue shirt with matching business pants. She too was looking away, but unlike Peter who looks run down, she looked radiant. She honestly looks better than what she's ever had. Instead of her hair being placed into a tight high bun with multiple layers of hairspray, her short hair cascaded down her shoulders and stopped next to a necklace that she'd owned her whole life.
The last person I glanced at was my doctor. He stood next to me on my left glancing back and forth between a machine and the clipboard in his hand. Hardly paying attention to his attire, I cough slightly and got his attention.
"Why am I here?" my voice broke the silence. A bang was heard and everyone turned to the furthest back corner, where Peter had stood up abruptly, the chair falling back behind him. He bent down and snatched up his black backpack and ripped the door open.
"Peter" my mother says. "Control yourself" she scolds. I look at my brother, you could almost see the anger radiating off of him in waves. She steps towards him, his fist is still curled around the door handle.
"I will not." He says quietly. His glare that was on mum, turned towards the doctor. He lifts his free hand and points his finger at the doctors face. "You're supposed to be the best." He lets go of the door handle, still leaving it wide open and takes a step closer.
"You told me that she'd be fine. That under no circumstances were there to be any repercussions. That's why mum hired you."
He's still a few feet away from the doctor. His heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the silence. "But now I see. My mum hired you for herself. Not for my sister."
"Peter!" my mum gasped. She whips her head around and faces the Doctor who has stayed mute the whole time. "I'm dreadfully sorry Dr. Wheatly, my son, he acts out when things don't go his way."
My eyes widen and I don't know what else to do but gawp. Flicking between the three people in the room, I open my mouth to get a word out, which turns out to be pointless because nothing bothers to come out. Which makes sense, how can I voice my opinion on something when my own head has no clue as to what's going on?
A deep chuckle comes from Peter as he mumbles profanities under his breath as he turns his back on the Doctor. He glances at me on his way through, and past mum who is still stood, almost paralysed next to the door. The door slams shut behind him and yet again silence is the only thing to be heard. What just happened? Thoughts go running about in my head, doing repeated loops of the dramatic exit that I just witnessed kept playing in my head like a broken record. My mum is having an affair? With my doctor?
A cough broke my train of thought and my eyes snapped to Dr. Wheatly, who had just a minute ago been shouted at by my brother. Something else caught my attention that Peter said, and I don't really want to know what he meant by it either. What sort of "repercussions" did he even mean? What sort of "repercussions" amI dealing with here?
