Warmth surrounded me, partly from the thick, baby blue blanket that was covering me, and from the bright sunlight shinning in through the window of this small, white room to my left. Everything was white and clean, so much that I would have to either look at the blanket, which was the only color in the room, or close my eyes or suffer a head-ache, but the smell of this place was unsettling. It wasn't a vile smell, it just smelled…wrong, like it didn't belong in such a clean place like this, but I won't wonder about it much, sooner or later I'll know what it is.
To my right is a metal door with a small window, through which I could see people walking by. Some of them would rush past, going so fast that I couldn't make out anything other than the fact that it was a person. I wonder why they're in such a hurry? Oh well, like the strange smell of this place, I'll find an answer to this question later.
Slowly and cautiously, I move to sit on the side of the bed to where my feet are inches off the floor. Moments ago, when I had first woken up, I had tried to get up from this bed to look around this strange place but collapsed; thankfully I was able to grab hold of the bed railing to pull myself back up. Now that I have rested a little longer, I figured I should try walking again. I placed my feet on the icy, tile floor and hesitated before making any more progress, just to be sure I was ready to move.
I smile to myself when I stood, happy to be able to stand, even if I'm having to hold onto the railing for balance was better than falling again. While I waited for my legs to get used to being used, I looked at what I was wearing, an odd garment which had an opening in the back which exposed my rear. Not being comfterable with this, I picked up the blanket and wrapped it around me to cover myself so I wouldn't be exposed.
Now that I was up, I slowly took a step forward, careful not to yank on the tubes that were attached to me. When I had first woken up, I hadn't worried about them because they seemed to be important, why else would they be there? It was only common sense not to pull them off of me, even though I am a bit scared seeing as how I have no idea of where I am or how I had gotten here. But there's no use in letting my fear get the better of me, so instead I plan on being patient and waiting for the answers to come.
A click sound coming from the door to this room caused me to freeze where I stood and look over. In came a middle aged woman wearing all white clothing, carrying nothing with her but a clipboard and pen. Then the strangest thing happened, with one look at me, she dropped the clipboard and pen and looked at me as if I were a ghost. I looked at her, confused, and was going to ask her what the matter was, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't manage to make a sound. Shaking her head, she picked up what she had dropped and came to me.
"Now dear, I need you to sit down, you're in no condition to be walking yet. But I'm happy to see that you're awake," she said and smiled at me.
I did as she asked and looked at her, then out the open door where I could see the people walking by much more clearly. Most of the people that walked by were wearing white clothes, like this woman, and a few were in normal everyday clothes. The people wearing normal clothing all had the same emotion in their eyes, sadness. Why are they sad? Has something bad happened? So many question, I hope the answers come soon.
My attention was brought back to the woman when she lifted the sleeve of my gown and pealed a bandage halfway off my skin to look at the wound there. Deep cuts that turned into scabs were very visible against my pale skin and I watched silently as the woman cleaned it before replacing the bandage with a new one. This action was repeated several times on other wounds all over my body, and I watched calmly the entire time, more questions arising.
I wanted to ask this woman those questions, but I couldn't bring myself to speak, I felt too weak still. So instead, I cleared my head of those questions to save for another time and watched as she wrote on her clipboard.
"You must stay in bed, dear; I don't want you to try and walk around and end up falling ok? If you need anything, just press that red button under the railing on your right," she told me once she was done filling out her papers.
I nodded once in reply.
"You're family will be called and told you're awake, so I assume that they will be here soon," she said.
Family. Not once since I had woken up had I thought about them, whoever they are. So many questions, and not one answer yet. Looking around, I spotted a nightstand next to the bed to my left and opened the top drawer. As I thought, there was a notepad and a pen, which I took and began to write questions and would soon write the answers underneath.
1. How many siblings do I have?
2. What are they like?
3. Will they like me?
4. Will I like them?
5. Do I have any friends?
6. If so, what are they like?
7. Why am I here?
8. What happened to cause all these wounds?
9. Why are there old scars on the upper-most parts of my legs?
I stopped, pen hovering above the paper, and looked at the list in confusion. As I thought of questions to add, the strangest thought occurred to me. Quickly, I wrote it down.
10. Who am I?
Who am I indeed? We will find out in the next chapter, hopefully. Please R&R, it will help me when writing the next chapters. Until next time.