Something is not right

How long are you going to lie like this? Please wake up Amy. We’re all waiting for you to wake up. Everyone here is worried about you.”

I heard a familiar voice. My eyes won’t open. My head feels heavy and my throat is completely dry. I can’t even talk. Is this a side effect of alcohol? I lay still completely motionless. Wait, I'm alive? But why? I was certain that alcohol intoxication would definitely work. But why am I alive. What went wrong? Did someone took me hospital?

I slowly tried to lift my fingers. Then I heard someone shouting— “… please call Dr. Preston and tell him Amelia is awake.”

When I opened my eyes I saw Zen sitting beside me looking worried and exhausted. He looked like he didn’t got any sleep for days. I tried to sit up but my body was not moving. He put his arm behind my back and slowly tried to make me sit.

“Are you alright? How are you feeling? Can you talk? Do you need something?” He suddenly showered me with a series of questions. I chuckled. I don’t know why I kind of feel relief by seeing him.

“Slow down, Zen. Ask me one by one or how else I’m going to answer all of them? “First of all I’m alright. It’s just that my throat is dry. I don’t need anything… Lastly tell me what day is it today?  Why are you beside me? And why everyone here can see and talk to you?’’ While asking the last question I lowered my voice a bit as I didn’t wanted anyone to think that I’m crazy or something.

“It's 18th of August, 20XX and you’re 27 this year. You have been hospitalized for almost a week because your car had a break failure and it crashed into another car. But you sustained more serious injuries along with head injury.” Wait a minute, what does it mean that I’m hospitalized because of an accident instead of alcohol intoxication. And why am I, 27 years old aren’t I suppose to be 23 years old? What happened after I lost consciousness that night? What is it, that I’m missing out?

I snapped out of it when he spoke, “But what did you meant by your last question I didn’t get it. It’s not like I’m invisible or something that people can’t see me—”  His words were interrupted by a panting man standing at the door of my room.

“Amelia are you all right? How do you feel? Can you talk? Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need something?”

Again he asked same series of questions that Zen had asked earlier. Out of nowhere Zen handed me a glass of water and said, “Are you stupid or something Obviously she is not well and that’s why you were called.”

“Well  now move, I have to check on her. Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence. Would you like to step out, Mr. Rodrick?”, Samuel asked Zen with a polite smile but it sure was an annoying cheeky smile.

“I’ll come back shortly after your checkup, Amy. Your nasty attitude can be fixed but your stupidity is forever, Dr. Preston.”, Zen replied grinning without any care and left the room.

He sighed. “Finally some peace. Alright now do you feel pain anywhere, Amy? Or is there anything unusual?” He asked me with such a calm and gentle voice that it felt like my heart stopped beating for a second. He looked breathtaking under the golden rays of sun as if he was an angel down from heaven. If someone stares intently they can see a halo over his head.

“Amy? Are you alright? Why are you zoning out?; he questioned while moving his hand in front of my face. His question cleared my mind that was full of thoughts about him. Damn I almost forgot to ask what was going on and why am I here and many other things.

“Yeah, I’m alright. But Samuel you know everything about me, right? I asked in a dead serious tone. He simply nodded his head in answer. “Tell me what happened after I lost consciousness that night? Why everyone here can see you and Zen? And how come I’m suddenly 27 years old?’’

He looks at me with surprised look on his face and frantically calls someone and tells them to prepare for a MRI and CT scan and some other tests. His voice goes week as he replied, “Amy you’re not alright! I guess you have amnesia. But don’t worry I have a friend who’s a specialist in neurology. He will definitely help us.”

His concern towards me is fine but somehow I was irritated by his actions. “Will you calm down a bit, I said I’m fine Samuel. Can you answer my questions with a bit seriousness? What happened after I tried to unalive myself that night? Did anyone came and took me hospital? How come I am suddenly 27? How can you communicate with anyone other than me? Ugh! I don’t know if there is something wrong me or everyone is crazy.”

He gently held both of my hands and said calmly, “See this is why I said you may have some internal injuries or hurt your head slightly and got amnesia. You never tried to commit suicide, you were hospitalized because of a car accident and before your accident you were 27. It’s not like you are the only I can talk to, so I can talk to everybody and there is nothing wrong about it. Also there is nothing wrong with you, you are just shocked and hurt yourself in the accident. Don’t worry dealing with amnesia is not impossible. You can always recover, don’t stress out too much we are all here for you, Amy.”

After finishing his sentence he hugged me and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Calm down, Amy. Get some rest and I have informed Alain about you, so he’s on his way. I have to get going as I have some unfinished rounds to complete. I’ll come again after my shift ends. Good bye.”, he said and left the room.

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