Chapter 2 – Do You Remember?
The first thing I realized was that my head was throbbing, and my whole body ached all over. A sore, stiff, uncomfortable feeling. I resisted the urge to stretch my limbs out.
"How are you feeling, Bella?" the doctor asked me. There was no doubt that there was concern written all over his face.
It was easier to talk to him when I wasn't gazing at him stupidly.
"Where am I?" I asked suddenly. My voice sounded hoarse, and I immediately tried to clear it.
"Bella, you're at the hospital. You were in a serious car crash," the short man leaning over me answered instead.
"Car crash?" My voice sounded distant to me. Nothing registered.
The doctor cleared his throat. He nodded to the other man, and then looked back to me. "Bella...do you remember who we are?"
I was aware of the man standing over me, his big, brown eyes anxious and staring. I looked back and forth from the doctor to the other man, then shook my head. A quick, short nod. "No..."
The man closest to me sucked in a sharp breath, and dropped into the seat beside my bed, as if needing the extra support all of a sudden. My eyes wavered over to him. His gaze hadn't drifted from my face, but fatigue was clear across his face. Along with the deep concern.
The doctor moved forward slowly, and replaced the other man's spot. Cautioning me with his eyes, he reached forward and began probing along my skull. "Tell me when it hurts."
The second his fingers touched underneath my hairline, I winced. "Ouch!" I automatically clenched my teeth together at my sudden show of weakness, and then decided it was better to tell him the truth. This didn't exactly seem like a minor injury. "It hurts all over," I admitted.
He let his hands drop, and fastened something around my head and my neck instead. "Do you remember who you are?"
I nodded slowly. "I'm...Bella."
He gave a comforting nod back at me. "Bella, this may sound strange to you, but go along with me here, okay? Do you remember anything before this?"
I looked into the doctor's dark, solemn eyes and gave a short shake of my head.
"Bella, you were in a car crash, and you're suffering from memory loss. I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and this is your father." He indicated the man sitting by my bedside.
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A/N: Ah, once again, this looked longer on Microsoft Word. I kind of feel the need and urge to finish up this story, and then post it on here, but please check out my other stories - I can assure you they are better than this one.
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