I lay paralysed on a small mattress, with cold metal frames and cool consistent sheets, they were unfamiliar and irritated my skin; worst of all the environment I was in had a clinical stench, instantly I knew that this was nothing compared to my usual subtly sleek room. I tried to move my hands but immediately I stopped, every muscle protested in sheer pain, it was like someone was pinning me down against my restraint. I was immobile apart from my hearing.
There were sounds all around me. Continuous fluttering of people walking as well as talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying and I tried to call for them but no words came out. I felt like I was in a bottomless pit using all possible strength to get out but not being able too. My head begins to spin at all the effort wasted. My mental state starts to spirals out of control and shuts down as if in hibernation.
What seems like hours later my body regains semi-consciousness and I can hear people walking around me. There is a voice, it's husky and very manly, if I wasn't so scared I would almost find it attractive, there is nothing inaudible in what he is saying or whom he is speaking to however the conversation ends and I know longer hear him; I am alone again.
My arms feel less heavy, trying to move my hands as much as possible but annoyingly only managing two fingers, I've adjusted enough to feel the cold metal frame that is next to fame. That's when I realised my eyes are feeling less heavy today and somehow I open my eyes.
It was like someone had opened a blind and let the sun in. Everything was so clear. Sharp. Defined. The brilliant light overhead was blinding bright but after days, potentially weeks of not seeing anything I could almost make out the filaments within the bulb. I could see the dust floating in the air, separate and moving around each other like the planets and stars in the sky. I looked around and saw things I could only familiarise with in a hospital. But before I could ask myself why I was in such a place, I heard it again...
The man's voice I had earlier before rendering to unconscious, he was approaching the room I was in. The door opened slowly and the mysterious man appeared. He seemed relieved. A content smile graced the young man's face. He had dark hair and was well-defined. He was confident and caring demonstrated all in his slow walk towards me. He sat down in the four-legged, old torn chair and took my hand in his. The touch sent pleasant pulses up my arm; I had tingling in my stomach although there was a bonfire in my stomach and all the butterflies and fireflies had gathered around. My body recognised the touch, the feeling of love, peace and homeliness but he felt like a foreign body in a wound, I had no clue who this man was. Thinking about it, I didn't even know why I was in this place and most importantly I couldn't remember my name.