Nurse Foster sat, waiting for the patient to wake up. She'd had to do this every morning, but I suppose that was the meaning of 'under observation'. The patient stirred, his brow furrowed and he started to cough. Nurse Foster leapt into action, giving him some water and helping him into a sitting position. The black haired gentleman drank the water quickly.
"More. Please." He requested. Nurse Foster had been looking after him for about a month now and was used to seeing him. He was a good looking man with his dark hair and startling green eyes. Tall too; he towered over her and she wasn't exactly small.
"And how are you feeling today sir?" She poured him more water.
"I uh...good, all things considered." Nurse Foster nodded. The patient had been admitted after what was assumed to be a small plane crash. He had no memory of his life, any family, friends, not even his own identity. But ask him factual questions, maths, science, he was a genius. And she'd never known someone with memory loss to be so, charismatic.
"Well Nurse Foster, how is our dear friend doing today?" A small tanned woman in a white coat entered the room.
"He's made brilliant progress Doctor Thurston. I believe he may be allowed to leave soon."
"Any clues to your identity?" Thurston asked the patient directly.
"No...Nothing has come up." The patient wrung his hands.
"Well, we have literally no idea where you came from, and we can't keep you here because there is nothing medically wrong with you. Unless you want to be committed, you have to..."
"Lucas Doe." The patient replied quickly. "You can call me Lucas Doe."
"Pardon?"
"If I have to have an identity, I'll make one up. Lucas Doe sounds nice enough."
Doctor Thurston looked at her chart, and mulled it over for a moment.
"Okay Mr Doe, it was a pleasure treating you. I hope we don't see you again too soon. I'll get these discharge papers sorted and you'll be out by this afternoon."
"Thank you, Dr Thurston. It was a pleasure being your patient. And it was wonderful having such a wonderful nurse, perhaps you should pay Ms Foster a little more."
Nurse Foster blushed and Dr Thurston laughed.
"Maybe I will Mr Doe, maybe I will."