Hey there everyone! Yay! I'm finally starting my story after starting it years ago, haha! So, just so you all know, I am a very busy girl so the updating will not be on a schedule and it may take me a long while to get these chapters up. Please bear with me and I will try my hardest to get them up for you as soon as I possibly can.
So, let me say thank you for taking an interest in my awesome story about Puck and my OC! It really means a lot. :)
I would absolutely love your feedback, comments, or concerns. If you guys don't like the direction in which the story is going or have a rad idea you'd like me to try and fit into the story, just tell me! This is for your enjoyment so please let me know, I will take no offense. And lastly, if you see any errors you can also let me know. I usually type these late at night so there's bound to be some mistakes.. I still cannot come up with a good title at ALL. Any suggestions would be fabulous. ;)
Soo uhm yeah, that's about it. Please enjoy. 3
All she could feel was the absolute burning sensation that filled her left arm with pain that she had never before experienced, with an accompanying headache that made it difficult for her to think and remember what she was doing and where she was. She couldn't recall what had happened to her, in fact, she couldn't remember anything, her head hurt so bad. Her breathing began to quicken, along with her heart rate and the girl began to panic and just wanted the pain to stop. Her eyes flung open in a dazed panic and found her vision was blurry. She had to focus and calm herself to find the source of the burning that was slowly creeping into her shoulder and chest, and when her eyesight eased back into focus she had to squint to allow her eyes to adjust.
She found the room she sat in unbearably white against the awakening light of the sun's rays, the room had a few chairs that sat on the adjacent wall with a television mounted in the far right corner, seeming to stare at her in it's contrast to the light room. A board with some scribbled names set of doors, one she could only assume was to leave the room she sat uncomfortably in. A table sat next to her with a tray of uneaten food on it and she noticed the bars on the sides of her bed witch she thought was strange. After a drawn out, sleepy sigh, her eyes than followed a clear, thin tube that crawled from off of the bed, onto the blankets, up to the crook of her arm. Time stopped. She froze, staring at the needle the punctured her fragile freckle-tanned skin and once again felt the pain that now turned to numbness and crept up and down her body. She began to panic and began gasping for air as she heard from the computer monitors above her bed beeping at a louder, faster tempo. Her heart rate again began to spike. She pulled out the needle with a hard yank and threw it to the floor and violently gasped for even more oxygen and only wanted out of the alien room to get some much needed fresh air. Before she could manage plucking the heart monitors from her body to dart out the nearest door, the entrance opened and a doctor and nurse duo came to her side in a dash.
"Young lady, we really need you to calm down and just lay back and relax!" The lady nurse had ordered her. She was still panicking from how limp her arm had become, but noticing the pain was less noticeable, she began calming herself a little as the doctor and nurse somewhat pushed her back down into a laying position.
"You're in the Hospital right now," the male doctor spoke this time, in a quite soothing manner, "Someone found you just lying in the middle of the road and called the ambulance. Do you have any idea why you were there, or what had happened to you?"
Furrowing her eyebrows in obvious confusion, she tried hard to recall what exactly had happened before she found herself in the hospital, although, she couldn't remember what had happened to her. She couldn't recall what she was even doing before she had awoken in the alien room. She guessed it was from her headache that continued to pound on her skull.
"Um," her voice came out dry and raspy. Clearing her throat, she continued, "No. I have no idea. I don't really remember what I was even doing before I ended up here." She stated quietly, rubbing her temples trying to relieve some of the pain. The nurse gave the doctor a quizzical look and he looked back at her with the same discerning look and with a nod, gave the girl their attention once again.
"Miss, what's your name?" He asked, sounding somewhat urgent and concerned.
Her hands were still easing her temples. The pain made her keep her eyes closed and made it hard to think. but as the doctor's question chimed in her head again, she stopped; completely froze. Her heart skipped a beat and she once again inhaled deeply, letting it all out a second later in a shuttering, unsteady breath. 'What is my name..?' She thought, furiously wracking her brain for the difficult answer to the simple question. As she slowly raised her head for her eyes to meet the doctor's, she felt helpless, exposed, and feeble: feelings she hated to feel. As the nurse and doctor gave her that sympathetic look, clearly knowing by her expression that she had no answer, the young woman felt tears sting at her eyes and looked down at her bed sheets.
She felt the nurse come to her side and take her hand. Giving her a small smile of sympathy she just sat there for a few moments, letting her patient know that she really cared. The nurse gave her a small pat on the hand to reassure her and left the room to the doctor and his patient. Sniveling softly she looked up to the man in the white coat, whom of which had migrated to the chairs and began scribbling something on the white board above the chairs and sighed to himself.
"I.. I just don't understand. I don't understand how you could have amnesia," he sounded quite exhausted. "You sustained no injuries, nothing at all! No bruising, no internal bleeding, no sign of head trauma. It's all so strange," He turned towards the girl once more, "No one gets amnesia out of thin air." He stared at me for a few moments, as if that alone could give him the answers to all of his questions. Your M.R.I.'s showed nothing wrong with your brain. You're an extremely healthy young girl; it just doesn't make sense!" She could tell how hard he was thinking about all of this. His fuzzy black eyebrows were curled together, framing the questioning hazel eyes beneath them. His right hand supported his left as it cupped his mouth. He was stumped and mumbled something about running more tests as he scrambled out the door.
This was all happening so fast, as if only a breath has passed. The girl breathed out heavily, not realizing she was holding her breath. She looked down to her arm where the needle poked her smooth skin and looked across the room where the I.V. laid on the cold floor. She didn't know what to think of her reaction to it. That wasn't normal, she knew that much. As she studied her skin near the wound, it was now bruised and for some odd reason extremely cold compared to the rest of her body, but decided she was too tired to think about it any longer.
As she laid back down, covering herself up to her neck in the thin white sheets, she couldn't help but think: 'How could this have happened?' She felt as if she was so alone. There were no memories, no life. She didn't have any family, no friends. How can you live? How can you have a life after losing everything? Even your own name?