Forgotten

The first thing I remember- bright lights shining through my eyelids. I tried to open my eyes, but it was almost impossible. When I forced myself to face the bright lights, my vision was blurred. I could faintly hear voices of more than one person talking. I wanted for my eyes to clear, and faces came into view. They were all wearing scrubs. I must be in a hospital. The only man in the room leaned over me, shining his small flashlight over my eyes. His mouth was moving, but my ears weren't processing his voice. It was coming in bits and pieces.

"Gwen?...... you.......me?..... tell..... what....? Gwen?"

"Gwen, sweetie, can you hear me?"

Finally.