Inside An Amnesia Patient's Mind

II. Villacarlos

I woke up early today.

Is it because I don't want to sleep longer anymore?

Or because I'm getting the answers to the questions I wrote in the notebook yesterday? I just hope she'll be able to read it knowing that my penmanship hasn't improved yet due to my current situation.

Nevertheless, I felt relieved to wake up even though my whole body is screaming in pain.

As I winced because of the sudden pain in my head, the hospital door burst open.

"Oh you're already awake." she smiled as she placed her things on the table.

"I need to know the answers." I frankly said with my monotonous voice.

"Patience, Mister. We have all day." And she laughed. Aarggh! She's getting into my nerves. Is answering my question that hard?

"Here, eat first." handing me a bowl of soup and a spoon. I just looked at her, as she stared at me too waiting for me to get the bowl out of her hand.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that you cannot move your hands that much yet, my bad. Here, say ahhh" I didn't move an inch which made her frown.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm not a baby," I said still using my monotonous voice.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But you were ONCE a baby, so obey." now she's making me a dog. Psh.

"How long do I exactly have to stay here?" Tell me, it's not exactly a week from now.

"Well, a week from now." Ugh.

"But, if you'll do what I say. Maybe~ I can file a request to discharge you early. Sounds good, isn't it?" What kind of woman is she? Am I her robot? Psh.

"Yeah, sounds err... good." Can't find enough words to protest, I just agreed.

As she continued spoon-feeding me, which seems a little bit awkward, I can't help but stare at her face. Trying to remember where I might saw her before.

"Are you falling for me?"

*cough*

"WHAT?!" I shouted. Hell! What made her think that I'm falling for her? Tsk! Crazy woman.

"Here, drink it first. Sorry, I'm just not comfortable with the way you look at me." I gulped the last drop of water left in the glass before turning to her half-apologetic-half-naughty face.

"You're too full of yourself, Miss. I'm just trying to recall where I might meet you." I explained but she seems like not buying my explanation.

"Okay? Just finish this and we'll clean your wound afterward."

And the deafening silence enveloped us once again.

***

Horrified at what I saw in the reflection, I quickly throw the mirror at the edge of my hospital bed.

Seeing my whole face in that mirror brings happiness and fear.

Getting a glimpse of my face excites me because I have no clue what I looked like but seeing a long partially-healed scar from behind my head to my eyebrows scares me.

What have I done to have this scar? What did I do?

"This may hurt a little but I promise that I'll be gentle" she assured me.

I winced as she wiped a ball of cotton with alcohol around my wound.

"Sorry." She said while blowing air into my wound to lessen the pain.