Just a short story based of a idea I had yesterday. Enjoy!
Ethan crossed the road after the little green man told him he could, swinging his brown leather briefcase as he walked. The sun was peaking though the clouds and the small rays would occasionally trickle over his face, warming it on the crisp winter morning. After a good nights sleep he was on his way to a long shift but Cal had just gone home after an all nighter with a massive RTC. He'd stumbled though the door, tossed off his shoes and fallen onto the sofa with exhaustion and quickly drifted off into a deep sleep. He looked down and watched his shoes as he counted the stripes that passed underneath his feet. He always did that as a child, or he and Cal had a race for who could get to the other side of the crossing quickest without stepping on the white stripes. They'd hopscotch across the road as their mother sighed just behind them and the drivers sat in their cars would smile at them.
As he stepped onto the pavement again his ears picked up a screeching sound and his head jerked up to see a motorbike speeding past all the shops and down the pavement, narrowly missing many people. His mind asked so many questions at once. What was he doing? Why was he driving on the pavement? Has he hit anyone? But the main thought in his head was MOVE OUT THE WAY. His eyes widened with fear as the bike came closer and closer and without thinking he quickly stepped backward to avoid getting hit, straight into the moving traffic.
Everything moved in slow motion.
Pain shot though Ethan's body and the world seemed to swirl in front on him as a car slammed onto it's breaks just as it hit him and he fell to the ground. His head smacked against the ground leaving his life flashing before his eyes. Panic filled the air and tears welled up in Ethan's eyes. He wanted his mum. He wanted to hug her, smell the smell of her perfume and snuggle up with one of the knitted cardigans she used to wear. He missed his mum. He wanted his brother. Why did they have to be so far away? The memories of his childhood were littered in front of his eyes. Flashes of his family and fun times. 'Where am I?' he thought as he felt the cold hard ground beneath him. "Why am I here?" he croaked though nobody replied. The world slowly faded to black.
"Ethan? Can you hear me?" Ian asked relatively loudly and he checked his vitals.
Ethan's eyes flickered open and he squinted as the sun shined in them. He lifted and shaky hand and pulled the oxygen mask off his face. "How.." Ethan struggled to speak and his lips were dry. "how..do you know…" he said with all his might, his breaths raspy and painful in his dry throat and battered chest.
"How do I know what?" Ian asked, one eyebrow raised.
"My name?" Ethan finished his sentence.
Ian frowned and put the oxygen mask back on Ethan's face and turned to dixie who was just behind him.
"Dix, we've got a potential head injury." Ian said quietly.
"This is Ethan Hardy, he was involved in a RTC. GCS is 12, neck and spine was cleared and he was KO'd at the scene. He's tachycardic with a pulse of 120, BP 120/90 and sat's are 98%. He has a potential head injury, 2 broken ribs and he's had 5 of morphine." Ian recited as he pushed the trolly though to resus. Connie looked up from her files when she heard Ethan's name spoken by Ian and quickly followed the trolly though to resus, ready to treat him.
Ethan looked up at the blurry people around him and realised someone had taken his glasses off.
He pulled the oxygen mask off again with a shaky hand and asked "Where are my glasses?". Nobody answered his question although she seemed to be centre of attention as they asked him to shuffle onto the next bed and hooked him up to the machines.
"I'm just going to have a look at your chest Ethan." Connie said after pulling on her gloves.
"How..how do you know…my..my name?" Ethan asked fearfully. He recognised the people around him yet at the same time he didn't know who they were. All the faces were new. There was a man with messy, curly hair and worried expression. The woman who knew his name was speaking to the man in the green uniform who also knew his name. He was from up north he reckoned, and he'd found out that he was a paramedic.
"How do you know my name?" He asked again. He sounded like a scared child. "I want my mum!" The man with messy hair walked over to him and tried to calm him then put the oxygen mask back on his face. He tried to pull it off again to speak.
"How does everyone know my name? What..is my name?" he asked the man with curly hair with big fearful eyes. He frowned and let the mask be put on his face again. As he breathed deeply his chest hurt but he felt like his brain hurt more. He felt like he was speaking but not being heard. He wondered what his name was again. "Nibbles?" he whispered as he breathed out.