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Chapter One: Memories

Lana stood feeling for the light switch. Once she found it she flipped the light one. She heard Shane grown and cover his eyes. She quickly went for her pager which was beeping in her scrubs that made their way under the little thing these people passed for a bed in the hospitals on-call room.

"911 I have to go." She said throwing on her scrubs as quick as she could. Shane watch her smiling. She eyed him. He looked as if he was going to make another move on her. "I really have to go." She said with a laugh. They really shouldn't be doing this here in the first place.

She darted out of the little room the moment she was fully dressed. She ran to the ER throwing her hair up into a messy bun. She took the stairs to the first floor knowing it would be faster then the elevator which was currently being waited on.

She could hear the shouts and scurrying of the doctors already there. The noise was music to her ears. She preferred the noisy ER over the silence of her apartment. She worked as many hours as she was allowed and when she had to go home she would always play music so that the eerie silence couldn't settle into her making her antsy.

The moment she entered the chaos she was given direction from Dr. Harrison. She was still in her first year of internship and he was her attending. She shut out everything but her job. Quickly she got to work. Taking charge and doing what she knew how to do best. Saving lives.

She arrived home at two in the morning. She had worked an eighteen hour day and they finally kicked her home. Doctors often worked long hours and she wondered if it was normal to like them. She knew all her fellow interns often worked long hours too, but she decided a long time ago doctors were different from the rest of the people. They were like machines who didn't know when to stop. She stopped to eat, sleep, and get her "needs" taken care of. That was her life.

She checked her messages while she prepared a TV dinner. The first was from her best friend Lilly who was begging her to go clubbing with her. Lilly was a nurse at the hospital but she was determined to have a life outside those walls and often encouraged Lana to do the same. She appreciated the jester but she hated clubs. All that grinding against other sweating bodies did not really appeal to her. Yet she finds herself at them more often then she liked to admit and she usually ended up having a good time.

Next was a call from her psychiatrist. She was reminding Lana that she had miss her appointment and that she wanted her to reschedule soon. She wanted to continue the topic "Why do you not want to find your family?" Joy Lana thought to herself as she shifted threw the bills she needed to pay soon.

She made her way to the bathroom and flipped on the water. She undressed and stepped into the hot jets that worked out her aching muscles. She closed her eyes and let the warmth take away all the worry and stress of life.

Lana sat on her bed once she was dressed in her ratty boy shorts an a T-shirt she had for as long as she could remember. It was worn and had holes but she never wore any other shirt to bed. Unless she had company for the night of course.

She laid down looking at the picture on the wall. It was one of a small child wearing a rainy day outfit. The child was splashing in a puddle pure joy on her face. Lana smiled. She had fallen in love with this photographer, E. Bledsoe, the moment she saw his work. The name always gave her chills, but in a good way. His first piece she saw of his was of a landscape. It was a beautiful black and white piece. There was a field of wildflowers. Beyond that was trees that hid the base of the tall mountains that rose into the marvelous sky. That piece hung in her tiny living room.

Lana turned the TV on and waited for sleep. She had to teach herself to shut her mind off. To think of nothing as she closed her eyes. She listened to the I love Lucy rerun and slowly drifted into darkness.

She stood frozen in place over looking the wreckage on the black pavement of the road. The sight was dark and the clouds hid the moon yet she could see clearly. There was a semi truck that smashed into a little black car. On the side walk nearest to her was a woman about eighteen. She knew this person was dead. The man in the truck held his bleeding head as he jumped out running to the woman lying on the street. He discovered what she already knew. With a sob he went to the black car which still had a woman the same age as the one lying on the street. She could tell the man was saying something but couldn't make out the words. Her heart began to race as she struggled to get to the person in the car. She had to help. Sirens pierced threw the silence of the night causing Lana to jump.

Lana sat up quickly smacking the alarm clock on her night stand. She gasped for air as she tried to drown out the dream and calm herself down. She ran her had threw her hair closing her eyes. She had the day to herself because she was working the night shift at the hospital. She sighed and threw the blanket off. What was she going to do with her day?

She thought over the dream as she ate breakfast. She could remember everything clearly since she woke in the hospital, that she now worked in, six years ago. She had a great memory of her life here. Yet she remembered nothing that happened before the accident. She had no idea who she was. She was lucky she had a card in her possession that wished her a happy eighteenth birthday otherwise she wouldn't have even known how old she was. All she knew was she was eighteen with no name or anyone to claim her. She didn't even know how long she had been eighteen.

She had a feeling she was on the run. Like she left and never planned on going back. So she stuck to what she was doing and decided to start anew. She chose a name and decided her new birthday would be the same as the day she woke in the hospital. January fifth. She had been knocked out for a whole week. After Two weeks she was cleared to go and that's when she met Lilly. Her mom was a nurse who was kind enough to offer Lana a place to stay while she figured things out.

Lana Elizabeth Jameson is what she chose to name herself. She liked the way it fit and so she went with it. Jamie (the nurse) Was a wonderful woman so full of life. She took anything that was negative and found a way to make it not seem so bad. There was always a light at the end of the tunnels for her. Lana guessed that's where Lilly got it from. She was so bubbly and easy going.

Lana learned that Lilly was going to be a nurse and somehow that lead Lana deciding to go to med school. Jamie was thrilled with her. Lana was thrilled she had the smarts to pull it off. After all she really didn't know anything about herself. So after a few test to see where she stood, and scoring a scholarship (thanks to her accident) She was on her way to a bright and grand future.

Lana blinked away the past when there was a rapid knock on the door. She didn't even have to open it to know that it was Lilly. She was the only one who knocked on her door with such energy. Sure enough the moment Lana opened the door Lilly came bouncing in. She wore her high heels and her skirt that said "Come and get me" Her shirt was low cut and very cute.

"Hey sis heard you have the day off." She said plopping down onto the sofa. She looked around shaking her head. With a sigh Lana shut the door. She already knew what that look meant. "You know you make enough money to get a nicer bigger place right?" Lilly said in the same sad tone she always used when addressing Lana's apartment.

"Yes and as I have stated before I like it here." Lana said going to the kitchen to rinse her cereal bowl. When she returned to the living room Lilly was holding Lana's Sketch pad and smiling.

"Who's the hottie?" She asked pointing to the picture Lana had draw a few day's ago.

Lana Shrugged as she walked behind the sofa also looking at the drawing. "I do not know." She answered honestly. "He is in my head. I don't know who he is or why I can't get him out of my head, but he is almost always there. Like a ghost hunting my thoughts."

"Well he is hot and you are an amazing artist." Lilly said putting the sketch book down to Lana's relief. She had also drawn a full body picture of this unknown man and it wasn't a descent one. Not that she drew is area, that was faded out, but he was clearly naked, and she blushed bad enough while drawing it.

"So sis what are we going to do? Perhaps we can find you new living headquarters." She said with a sarcastic grin.

"I was going to set an appointment with my Psych. I missed our last appointment and she is tripping on me." Lana said taking a seat on the sofa. "But I doubt she will get me in today so let me giver her a call and then I am all yours."

Lilly gave her an exciting grin. Lana mentally cursed. She should have laid out rules, but how could she? Lilly was the only one in the whole world who actually new her. So Lana always bent for her. Lilly was only looking out for her.

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