Jane Doe

Who am I Chap.1

Waking up in a place you have no clue about is never fun. I hear the soft repetitive beeping in the background and the sound of someone moving about. I dont want to open my eyes in fear of having to face a reality I don't want to. the blankness in my mind isnt something I want to face, the reality that I don't know who I am, what i've done, memories  just.... gone,

I've prolonged this long enough, theres no point in holding back, I might as well just get this over with.I try opening my eyes but the brightness from the lights takes a second for me to adjust to.

 

Once I get my eyes open the movement in the room  - that i've put to the back of my mind till now- stops. I look around to see a man in a white coat standing with a clipboard looking at me, hes tall with dark skin and light blue eyes, he looks middle aged with laugh lines around his eyes.

"Glad to see your finally awake" He says to me, "For a while there we didn't think you would make it" looking at him doesn't ring any bells to me and searching my mind I can't seem to remember if I should know him. So I ask the question.

 

"Who are you? and where am I?" I look around the room seeing the white walls and floors. I turn to my right and see the machine that I heard beeping and follow the line that goes into my arm. I reach for it prepared to remove it when a hand grabs mine.

 

"I wouldn't do that, Its there to give you medicine to help you heal." He puts my hand back at my side. "To answer your questions, my name is Mark and you are in a hospital, I am your doctor." he moves to the foot of my bed.

 

"Why am I here?" I keep my eyes on him. "You're here because you were injured two nights ago, suffering a blow to the head and some gashes and bruises." When he mentions my head I reach up and touch it only to pull back fast and wince. I look back up at him confused.

 

"Two nights ago, why am I only waking up now" the confusion i'm feeling right now is making my head hurt. "We had to put you into a medical induced coma because of the injury to your head, we were trying to let your brain heal" he looks down at his papers and starts talking again.

 

"Can you remember anything? Name, Date, little things?" My minds a jumble of things that don't make sense. Im confused and lost, my mind a clean slate. Tears feel my eyes as I realize what this means. If anything im frustrated with myself for not being able to come up with anything. Im lost and alone. Shaking my head because my voice has seemed to disappear, he gives me a sad smile. "We'll have to run some test to see what kind of things you remember, i'll be back later why don't you get some rest." He looks back down at his papers then at me again turning to leave

 

As the door shuts I curl into my self feeling the loss of the things I can't even remember. The emptiness, the blank mind and the pain of not knowing what I did for something like this to happen to me.

I can't help but asking myself.....Who am I?