-Dean-
-4 Years Earlier-
Someone harshly yanked open my left eye and shined a bright light into it. A shock resonated through my body. They released the lid and then pulled open my other eye shining the same light into it.
"Dude what the hell?" I uttered. I reached my hand up to rub my eyes and they started to water.
"Sir, sir can you hear me?" a voice echoed in the dark. I squeezed my eyes closed hard.
"God of course I can hear you. Loud and clear chief. Just don't shine that light into my eyes again and let me sleep." I said, trying to roll over onto my side. I felt something tug on my finger when I moved my arm over my body and struggled to get it off.
"Don't remove the pulse ox sir. It's there for your benefit." the voice said again. I could tell it was a female this time.
"Pulse ox?" I said. I paused then slowly opened up one eye. The room was white and bright as the light of day. I opened the other eye and I could see staff mulling around in the hallway outside the small room I was trapped in. I shot up in the bed but was pulled back down by cords attached to my chest. One of the sticky pads had ripped off my chest and I groaned in pain.
"Nice to see you awake. I'm Dr. Fisher. You've been here for a few days in a coma. You were breathing on your own so we didn't need to intubate. As soon as you're up and moving, I expect you to make a full recovery." she said, adjusting the monitor that was stationed next to my bed.
"Wait, I'm in hospital? What happened?" I said. The doctor's hair was loosely pinned back and her glasses were slipping off her nose. If anyone looked at her they would automatically assume that she was nerd.
"Yes you're in a hospital. The paramedics brought you in after a bad car crash. The SUV you were driving was hit by a drunk driver. You're foot is broken but they repaired it in surgery. Nothing else was bad, just a few bumps and bruises. You lost consciousness at the scene and haven't woken up till now. We were starting to worry Mr..." she trailed off.
"My name is--my name is--" I said. I dug deep and came up with nothing.
"You don't remember you're name? Follow my finger." she instructed and put one finger up in front of my face. I shoved it away.
"Listen lady, I don't need to follow you're finger. I just need to know who the hell I am."