A/N: New story Dont have much to say but the first part was something that I wrote a few weeks ago when visiting my mom in the hospital I felt the need to but it in there, thats just the way I wrote it at first. And loved it. Hope you dont mind. I also know its short for a first chapter, BUT I'm already working on chapter 2 so for now Read & Review and of course enjoy! The more reviews the sooner the update lol XD
Narrative POV
The walls are a blinding white, the only color coming from the small dresser next to the bed. The flowers a beautiful arrangement of bright colors, and picture frame containing a photo of her, and a young women she doesn't know. The voices are present but nothing is seen in person, almost like its all in her head but she know their real because the lights in the hallway silloute the bodies standing there. Their voices hushed and quick like the converstation is urgent in ways she doesnt know. She has yet to see a person, they pass by quickly outside of her door, but no has yet to enter.
She doesn't know how she ended up here, but one thing she knows is that she wants out. She wants the whispers to end, and all the white to fade to color. For the constant beat of the machines to stop. She wants to be with the women from the picture sitting on the dresser. She wants to be able to put a name to the faces, and to know why she cant help but smile at the picture of someone she doesn't know. Most of she wants to speak with someone and figure out how she got her and why she knows nothing.
Closing her eyes she lets sleep consume her for yet another day as her thoughts blank, and welcome feeling of content silence.
Mitchie POV
Beep...beep... beep I swear to God if that noise does not shut up I am going to hurt someone. I hear voices alond with the beep, but I cant find the strength to open my eyes at the moment, I try my best to listen to the words being exchanged. The voices are whispered the same as the ones from the hall. It takes a minute but I finally realize their talking about me.
Its a guy talking "I dont get why she keeps putting all this money into the hospital care, when its obivous that theres no change...no matter what we try." I want a different doctor, well if he is my doctor. Who is he talking to?
"Didn't you say she's woken up a few times before?" Its a male voice again but he sounds younger with a high tone. At least his on my side. "Yes, but she quickly falls back into a near comatose state. We never know when she's going to wake up again and we can't seem to get her to wake up with the use of anything." How long have I been here?
Their voices rising from a whisper. "So she's staying optimastic." I'm starting to like this guy, whoever he is.
The older doctor lets out a stiff laugh. "No, David. Shes holding onto false hope." Well aren't you just Mr. Sunshine. Asshole.
I open my alittle peeking at the guys standing at the end of the bed. One holding a clipboard wearing a white coat I guess he's Mr. Sunshine,.Hes tall, muscular, and a nice clean cut look, a pretty boy in my opinion. He even looks like an asshole. The guy next to him looks similar to him but hes dressed in scrubs and has shaggy light brown hair.
They turn towards me, I quickly close my eyes as they continue talking. "How is it false hope? You said so yourself that she's stable." Remind me to thank him for this. "Stable yes, but we only know that while she's sleeping. We still haven't evalutated her mental state only physical." Ok Mr. Sunshine you need stop with the mood, be happy I'm alive. I do believe I would be one reason your getting paid.
"Well I think its sweet that Mrs. Russo still has the faith and devotion after so long. I think she shows what true love is." True love? I want answers now.
I groan moving around the best I can gaining their attention. "Mitchie?" I feel a hand on my shoulder, opening my eyes I see the one in scrubs looking at me. Since when do they call you by first names? If I remember anything its that their supposed to call you by your last name...which I dont know, maybe Mitchie is my last name. Wait that would be a weird last name though.
"Uhh" I try speaking but my throats dry and scratchy. "Wa..ter" He hands my a water, which I gulp down before the doctor speaks. "I'm Dr. Adams, and this is David." He points to the guy next to him.
I nod questions needing to be answered. "Where am I?" Lets start with the basic questions. David looks around raising a eyebrow. "Umm a hospital." Duh I'm not that dumb thank you. I roll my eyes looking to the hopefully smart doctor to my left waiting for a more specific answer.
"Your at Santiago private hospital." Private hospital? Why? What the hell is a private hospital? I nod again, for some reason I'm not worried that I dont remember anything, at least for the moment.
"Do you know what year it is?" He ask looking down at me. I shake my head no, before he writes something down. Looking back at me he ask another question. "Do you know your name?" So hes not going to tell me the year? Isn't it somewhere in the job discription about telling people stuff like that? Well it should be.
I think for a moment remembering when David called me Mitchie. So logically I answer "Mitchie and it would be very helpful if you tell me the year. You know since I dont remember" I tilt my head to the side. He doesn't move, I dont say anything else.
He waits a minute then ask "2015. What about your last name?" Rude! I'd slap him if I could, but then he'd probably kill me or something. I shake my head again. He writes something down, before looking at David. Looking between the two I wait for one of them to say something.
"I'm going to make some phone calls." Dr. Adams says offering a forced smile before walking out of the room. Thank you wait what about my questions? God he is such an ass. I turn to the one left in the room.
"So how did I get here?" He grabs the chair taking a seat before answering. "Car accident. I dont know the details though." Well this is a start.
"Oh, so this is an odd question but who am I?" He smiles "Mitchie Russo." A ringing goes off, he stands "I'm sorry I have to go. I'll be back later to check on you later though." He grins once more before walking towards the door. Thats when I remember the picture.
"Wait!" I call out as he reaches the door. "Who is she?" I point to the picture still sitting on the dresser untouched but new flowers sit next to it.
He looks between me and picture. He smiles again before answering. "Your wife."
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