Badboy shadow

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In a blince of a second I can feel the fist hitting my face.
But before I lost my complete consciousness I saw him die.

I gasp and sit up straight.
Again. It was this dream again that chases me since I'm here in hospital.

The darkness in the room chokes me and I pull the blanket up to my nose.

The sound of footsteps from busy nurses in the hallway and the ringing telephone are the only sounds I can hear in this late hour. 

But then I remember something.
MY OFFICE!
I had lots of work to do.

I quickly tear the needle that provides me with hypnotics from my arm and kick the blanket from my feet.

You might think I'm crazy, but I am responsible for many patients.
I can't just lay down here and chill the heck out of me while I could be working.

I slowly press the doorknob.
My head turns left and right, reassuring that nobody sees me and then I run towards the elevator.

I quickly press the button.
"Come on!!! hurry!"
I whisper to myself.

Then the doors finally open and elevator carries me to the fourth floor.

Inside I pray that the janitor hadn't shut the doors.
To my luck, he hadn't.

I slip into my lab coat and continue with my work.

"Patient...number 40...Mr. Sullivan.."
I mumble.
"Tested on negative..."
Then I tick off the little box behind his name.
"He can go home."

"Let's see... patient number 41...Miss Carter...Carter... seems familiar to me...where did I heard about this name?...anyways-  tested positive."
I rub my sleeves.

"She'll die."
I mumble.

What if she's a family member?
What if she was close to me but I simply don't remember her?

I have to ask her...tomorrow.
The silver clock on my wall tells me different.
"Welp- then today."
It's already 4am.

I continue ticking off patient after patient and honestly I did very well for someone who just lost all of her memory. 

After I finished, I flipped through Miss Carter's papers hoping to find something that could take me further to my lost memories.
But I found nothing.

I sigh.
"It's frustrating. My life had been wonderful until I just woke up with seven boys at my bedside, worrying about me and seem to know nearly everything about me and I don't even remember their names. What happened to me?"
I ask the skeleton at the other side of the room.

"I mean- what could've happened to me? A car accident? But I have no cuts that could indicate broken glass."

I eyeball my hands.
Suddenly I notice the abrasions on my wrists.
They are parallel...and shiny because of the ointment that one of the nurses applied yesterday.

I open the drawers of my desk.
Maybe there I could find a clue.

Beside paperwork, pencils and chewing gum I seem to have found my phone.
I'm not sure if it's really mine but-
It's my office.

"I must've forgotten it here. DAMN! It's off- surprise, surprise! I don't remember the password. I need to find a charger."

I keep running around my office to find more stuff which could be related to my past.

Suddenly the door opens and somebody enters it.

I jump behind a laboratory cabinet and hide.

It was the asian boy who visited me along with the others.
He hadn't told me his name.
But what is he doing here?