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Chapter 31

Was it morning or night? 

Why was her head pounding?

What the hell had happened?

Wait she knew the answer to the last question,  Nurse Paw Patrol had drugged the shit out of her.  Man,  that woman knew how to dope someone up.   The room was dark, but even in the darkness, she could see the huge bouquet of flowers.  They were pretty.  Why they were in her room was a mystery.  No one had ever given her flowers in her entire life.  She tried to sit up but it was like lightning shooting down her spine.  Yep, she would just lay like a broken doll on this bed for a while longer.

"Do you want some water?"  The voice was smooth as silk, it cut through the darkness, and sent a shiver down her spine.  Or maybe the shiver was an after-effect of trying to move. She was too numb to figure this crap out.

What did he ask?  Water, right.  Suddenly she was incredibly thirsty.   She tried to nod her head but a new round of pain exploded.  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what the hell had happened to her?

'Ye, Yea, Yes," it was a struggle to get out such a simple word.  Her tongue felt swollen and awkward, her lips felt chapped.  Even more worrisome was the fact that she felt exhausted.

She heard the sound of water being poured into a cup.  She closed her eyes and sighed.  The sounds seemed sharper with her eyes closed.  She heard the crash of the pitcher being placed back on the bedside table.  He grabbed her hand and placed her palm around the cup.    She was sure he knew she was having problems controlling her limbs.

"Do you need any help with this?" 

Emma tried to shake her head no but her body refused to corporate.   The man was waiting for her to respond, but words also did not want to come out.  "No," sound like the screech of nails on a blackboard. 

"Great, I will let your husband know you are okay.  He was really concerned."

"Husband?"  Okay, it was official she had either lost her marbles or ended up in her own version of Alice and Wonder Land. She tried to raise the straw to her mouth but it was working.  He must have seen her struggle because he guided her hand closer to her face, letting the straw tap her lips.  She opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the straw and took a long drag.  The cold water felt amazing.  She continued to gulp down the water only come up for air when she needed to breathe. 

"More"  her vocal cords were starting to work again. 

He grabbed the pitcher and leaned over her pouring the water into her cup.  She tried to raise the cup again but her body refused to obey her. 

"Here," he said, helping her manage a task that most people never even thought about.

"Thank-k-k you."
He nodded his head, checked the machine on the side of the bed, and then made some notations on his chart.

Emma watched him hang the chart on the back of the bed.

"Your husband just left to get some coffee; I imagine he will be back soon." He commented as he started to leave the room.

"I don't have a husband."

"Don't worry, we have a specialist coming tomorrow to talk to you about your memory loss. Amnesia is a weird thing, sometimes we just don't want to remember. " He responded.

"Buttt..."

"Don't worry you are in good hands, your husband seems like a very loving, kind person. He made sure you were examined by the best doctors. He was truly worried about you."

"Butt.."

She couldn't even finish the sentence, he had come around the bed and was starring at her sadly. You know the look that was like the poor little labradoodle who got hit but a car but managed to survive, it was that type of look.

"I, I, I ". Oh my God, she sounded like the bird in Finding Nemo. Mental note to self no more listening to Jackson and Papillon was being deleted from her damn playlist on Spotify, it was his dumbest song, wait no his dumbest might be Fiendiman but the beats were good for working out.

She pushed herself to say the next word, begging her mouth to work "don't have"

She stopped when he started patting her head. Argh, why was no one listening to her? She didn't have amnesia. Alright, maybe she had 5 minutes' worth, 10 minutes whatever she remembered the important stuff. It was just the stuff on how she ended up here that was murky.

"AMN...NEEE...SSIA" She shouted into the quiet room.

"That's what they all say." was his reply.

What the fuck? All? This conversation was making her head hurt.

"They just don't remember? It could be pieces or chunks of memory missing but people who have amnesia don't technically know they have it. It could be right there but when ask to recall it they stutter or hesitate or maybe they are just not that positive. " He said with a kind smile.

Was he a Doctor or a nurse? Which medical school did he go to? She seriously doubted he got good grades and to think he was working in a hospital.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this but you have been stuttering since you walk up." Well, he must all have some mind-reading capabilities because of his tone of voice took on an edge. Great she managed to piss off more of the medical staff and she wasn't even trying.

He grabbed the water cup and placed it back on the side table. Yep, he was pissed. He looked down and said, "Don't worry you are in good hands."

"Allstate?" Hey, look at that it came out clear, oh joy her tongue was starting to work.

"What?" he asked in a confused voice.

"Good hands, it's Allstate. I remember!!!!!" Okay, so maybe that was a little sarcastic, forgive her for doubting the fine medical attention she was currently receiving. She didn't have a husband and she definitely did not have amnesia.

The door cracked open cutting off their conversation. He looked at the door and then looked back at her. "Thank God your husband is here."