Emily's POV
I was awakened and everything looks blurry around, I don't hear anything except for beeping sounds which you would hear on a heart monitor, then I heard a voice.
DR. HARTMAN: Well, looks like little miss knockout has finally awake. Nurse, tell the morgue to cancel, it turns out she's recovering
NURSE: Yes Sir.
EMILY: *groaned* Ugh, what happened, where am I?
My blurry vision became focused after I asked.
DR. HARTMAN: Why your in the Quahog Hospital?
I was attached to an IV, my head and my arm was bandaged, I'm cladded in a turquoise hospital shirt and a strange padded feeling in the crotch.
EMILY: Who are you?
DR. HARTMAN: Oh come on, don't you remember me? I'm Dr. Elmer Hartman. (To himself) Great, I'm going to have to report that she has amnesia.
EMILY: Doctor, I can remember very well, I don't have amnesia. I'm Emily Violet Jane Lovegood, I'm born in Providence, Rhode Island, My favorite color is purple, my favorite food is Pepperoni Pizza, My parents names are- Wait, were are my parents?
DR. HARTMAN: (To himself) Oh, guess she don't have amnesia. (To Emily) How come you don't remember me?
EMILY: First off, I never even visited you, second, I asked you a question, where's my parents?!
DR. HARTMAN: Who's parents?
EMILY: My Parents! Wilbur and Magaret Lovegood...
DR. HARTMAN: Oh them? Well Im sorry I have to say this but, your parents and your brother are dead.
EMILY: What?!
DR. HARTMAN: They died in a car crash you in, they're now at the morgue, but we can't see them.
EMILY: What, why?
DR. HARTMAN: For one thing, I'm banned from going in there and they don't allow any visitors in there.
I started to cry after hearing this.
DR. HARTMAN: There there, we're sorry this happened to you.
EMILY: (Sobbing) Why would they have to go so soon?! I now lost my family, and now I won't be able to see them again!
DR. HARTMAN: (To himself) Poor girl. (To Emily) Please don't cry Ms. Griffin, because if you cry, (sobbing) It makes me want to cry too!
a few seconds later, I stopped crying in and got confused.
EMILY: Wait, Griffin? Why did you call me Griffin.
Dr. Hartman stopped crying.
DR. HARTMAN: Oh about that, Wilbur Lovegood isn't your biological father.
EMILY: What? Of course he is!
DR. HARTMAN: No, he isn't, your DNA doesn't even match with Wilbur's, you family record said that your mother married him two years after you we're born.
EMILY: How can you tell?
DR. HARTMAN: Your family records and your birth certificate.
Dr. Hartman show me my birth certificate and it shows my name, birth, and my mothers name, but father's name wasn't on it. instead, it say's "Some random drunk fat guy."
EMILY: "Some random drunk fat guy"? So your saying my mother was raped?
DR. HARTMAN: Actually, your mother's medical record said that this fat guy was drunk and matted with her by mistake and thought he came home and called her 'Lois', she had to let it go because he was drunk, so when you were knocked out, we've took a bit of your DNA to match with the DNA to find your biological father and of course, we found him.
EMILY: So, who's my real father?
DR. HARTMAN: Why, your father of course is Peter Griffin.
I then looked at again and ponder.
EMILY: (To herself) Mom... why didn't you tell me in the first place?
Death opened the door and came into my room.
DEATH: So where's to the dead corpse of Emily Violet Jane Griffin?
DR. HARTMAN: Sorry Death, false alarm, Emily Griffin is still alive and recovering.
DEATH: Oh, then I guess it's only three bodies who died in that car crash.
Death walks out the door and left.
EMILY: So when will I be out?
DR. HARTMAN: Oh, you be out and recovered in a week and right now, it smells like you need a change.
EMILY: Change, what do you mean by that?
DR. HARTMAN: Well due to the effects from that car accident, your bowls lost control which mean you are permanently incontinent, which is why it be best for you to wear some protective undergarments.
EMILY: What!?
I flapped the covers off and saw that I was wearing an adult diaper, so that's why I felt some padding at the crotch, also when I was chatting with Dr. Hartman I found out I've soiled myself unaware.
EMILY: How is this even possible?
DR. HARTMAN: Like said, your incontinent, speaking of which,
Dr. Hartman spoke though a communicator on the wall.
DR. HARTMAN: Nurse, you might want to come up, young Emily Griffin here need's changing.
NURSE: (From the intercom) Yes, Doctor.
EMILY: Why do I have to wear that?! It makes me look absolutely ridiculous, and also I crapped myself due to medical condition, I look like such a fool...
DR. HARTMAN: I'm sorry this happened to you, but you have no other option but to wear these 24/7.
EMILY: But I don't want anybody to see me in this, if the did, I'll be the laughing stock in Rhode Island...
DR. HARTMAN: Well, if you don't want to be embarrassed, why don't you wear a dress?
EMILY: Well… I could go with that...
The Nurse came in a few minutes later and then unfastened the tabs from my undergarment and then started to wipe me.
EMILY: So my father all this time is a fat guy named Peter Griffin?
DR. HARTMAN: Why yes.
EMILY: How did you know him anyway?
DR. HARTMAN: Well, he always comes here with his family, and when your mother's family record said that "Some fat man" has mated with your mother thinking it's "Lois", then it became obviously Peter Griffin.
EMILY: What makes you think it's him?
As I asked, my nurse had fastened my fresh adult diaper on me.
DR. HARTMAN: Well, it was obvious since he's the only fat guy in town who has wife named Lois.
EMILY: I guess it makes sense...
A week has passed since I have woken up from my coma, both my arm and head got better since I no longer need my bandagers or my IV, but I'm still cladded in a disposable undergarment, I now feel humiliated since I had no choice but to wear them permanently. Today's my day for me to leave this hospital. Just then, Dr. Hartman came in.
DR. HARTMAN: Good morning Emily, I see your all up and about.
EMILY: Indeed I am but I'm kind of nervous when I leave this hospital.
DR. HARTMAN: I understand you didn't want to go because of… 'that', but we know that this place isn't a place for people to live.
EMILY: I understand that, but I don't want anyone to notice my adult diaper, do have a dress for me to wear when I go out.
DR. HARTMAN: Well you are going to be wearing a black dress today because your going to be attending your family's funeral.
Just then, a man wearing a pair of glasses came in holding a black dress on its hanger.
WEINSTEIN: Hello Emily.
EMILY: Uh, hi, who might you be?
WEINSTEIN: I am Max Weinstein, accountant, I'm hear to take you to the funeral and help you move.
EMILY: Move, where?
DR. HARTMAN: After I told Mr. Weinstein and the Court about this, they agreed to let you move in with you biological father, Peter Griffin.
EMILY: I'm moving in with my real dad, are you sure about this?
DR. HARTMAN: Why yes, he's a real nice guy with his loving wife Lois, his kids, Meg, Chirs and Stewie, and two amnesic guys John and Tyler.
WEINSTEIN: I also know him because I once helped him get back his money he used by volcano insurance.
EMILY: Volcano insurance?
WEINSTEIN: It's a phony insurance that this salesman sold your father to.