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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"Miss, I'd like to ask you a few basic questions and all that I want you to do is to answer them for me. Is that clear enough?" Dr Wheatly states. Holding the clipboard in his hand, and a pen in the other, he walks to the bottom of the bed so I can see him clearly without needing to move my head.
My mother sits on the chair to the left of me, the one that Peter had pushed over still lays on the floor untouched. Her warm hand embraces my cold ones and she comfortably squeezes my hand in a reassuring manner. Looking past what Peter had said, I put all my attention to the present.
"What is your name, miss?" Easy. The time when I couldn't remember my own name has been faintly forgotten about. I'd come to the conclusion that I'd been asleep for a few days, my brain just needed time to process. "Anna - Rose" I responded. Wheatly nodded and ticked a point on a piece of paper. My mother smiles and squeezes my hand again.
"And where were you born Anna - Rose?" That one came to me with ease. These questions are beyond pointless. "England, but I moved to Sydney, Australia". Another nod by Wheatly as he ticked yet again another box.
"What are your parents' names? Your brother's name?" I look at this doctor, and I look at my mum. She nodded and gave me one of those motherly looks where you know that she's urging you on to answer, and that everything will be okay. The feeling of annoyance passes through my system, I've never been one to control my temper. Peter and I get that from our mother. That was a reason as to why our parents are on a 'break'.
"Well doctor, my mother's name is Maria, and my father's name is Robert. Peter is my brother." Yet again another nod, while looking down and marking something off. Watching him flip through the papers on the clipboard, I feel my temper rise. He promised me he'd tell me why I'm here, and I'm stuck here answering questions that were already on the computer for him to see. Seeing him take in a deep breath and open his mouth to ask me another personal question, I cut in front.
"I was born on the 11th of July, my star sign is Cancer. My favourite fruit is Kiwi. I just started University a month ago."
My mother let go of my hand to sit back against the chair. The doctor stops marking his notes, and briefly makes eye contact. My mother rests both her arms on the chair and holds her head in between her hands, rubbing her temples slowly with shut eyes. The once positive atmosphere felt like it was slowly slipping away and being replaced with a layer of disappointment.
"Now that the basics are over, and you know all about me, get to the good stuff and tell me why the hell I ended up in this bed, in this hospital and in this situation."
Doctor Wheatly sighed and walked over to the bedside table, carefully placing the clipboard down. He looks to his left, where my mother sits and she gives him an exhausted look and a nod.
"Anna - Rose, you were sent to Methrow hospital because you were in an accident. A severe one at that. Our report states that you were cycling across one of the biggest intersections while a car went through a red li - "
