A RAY OF LIFE

6.

Jane Doe, this name is a clear identification to those who doesn't have identifications, Ironic. I, kind of, felt nice to feel that right now...being in this ghostly state, no one knows me. It was perfect to be stranger for the world and find those very particular one or two who might pray for me. It was past midnight of 5th September, now becoming 6th. Yes, it took me more than 4days to wake up since my accident happened. I was still sitting in the reception area of the hospital thinking bizarre things and keenly observing the hospital members, be it the staff or the patient or their families. There were just alot of people feeling variant emotions...all at the same place. I even heard gossips of staffs which made me know that Dr.George O'Malley and Dr.Meredith Grey, who were on my.....I mean my body's case, are interns of the surgical program. They had only one Jane Doe in the hospital who was never mentioned again...not at least in front of me. Invisible me, precisely!

Suddenly a thought crossed my mind and opened my eyes in horror and big question. How come they didn't get any information about me when they have my purse. Interns...of course.
Then I remembered that I always carry just my ID in the purse, that too in the hidden pocket of it which is upside down of the purse, to never loose it. They probably wouldn't have found it. I don't carry papers or other identification stuffs. Hmm...that explains the Jane Doe-ing of Iris Stevens.
But wait, they must have found my cell. Oh my god, that would give them all the information about me and they will just find me out and contact my mother and oh...god....she will be devastated. It couldn't happen.

I rose from the chair and held the corners of wall. I put the hood, attached to my t-shirt, right on and pulled all my hair in order to cover my face. Yeah yeah I know I'm INVISIBLE, don't you think I don't know that. It's just, maybe someone somewhere might be thinking of me. Maybe. It's good to have hopes right. I'm just being prepared.

So I started walking towards my COMA room hiding-ly despite the fact that I was non-existing already. I entered my room slowly as there was barely anyone in the corridor. I immediately took my purse, turned it down and zipped it open and pulled the ID out. Then I searched for my phone and I found it on the nightstand only beside my clothes, half broken already. I immediately opened the back cover and pulled the Sim chip out of it and smashed it on the wall quite a few more times to break it more. It must have been cussing me.

Flushing the shredded ID card by the surgical scissor and the Sim chip too, I walked out of the lavatory once again checking my whole identification going down to the gutter. I heaved a sigh of relief and sat beside my body. Was feeling too tired.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry Iris I did this to you" I told to myself which I know I'll be laughing at two hours later but I just couldn't stop myself after looking at the pathetic situation of my own laid there. I looked at it for a minute more and then suddenly Angela stroke my mind and I decided to leave the room before my stupid week mind start another drama of killing of ghost me even.

I walked out and saw the watch, it showed 12:45am. I sighed. I was fed up of sitting in the hospital now, it doesn't make any sense. I reached the reception and looked at the entry gate. I knew, outside, it was going to be sheer darkness and loneliness once again. But I had to fill up myself with hope and hope that I would find someone.

I lethargically walked till the door when I saw a man coming towards the hospital. A sudden rush went inside my entire body once I recognised the man. It was Derek. Derek Woods. What was he coming here for?, Not for me, I was sure. At first I thought of hiding somewhere and see what was he here for, but then I thought he wouldnt't be thinking about me so save the effort. I was thinking all this only forgetting the fact that he was pacing fastly and suddenly he dazzled me reaching so closer.