Ok guys, so here is chapter two. In this chapter you really get to meet the characters, so I hope you like it.

"Good morning Susan, anything new for today?"

"Oh, good morning sweetly. Not much has happened, you have the same two patients plus a new patient that was brought in yesterday." Susan the head nurse said. Susan was an old lady with a gentle smile and was the stereotypical steal magnolia. She was one of the two nurses who worked with me.

"OH MY WORD, have you seen the new patient? He is tall, dark, and handsome." Ashley basically screamed as she run over to me.

"Ashley, please stop. I am sure the other patients don't want to hear you swoon over someone." I said rounding my eyes at her. Ashley was the other nurse, and was fresh out of college. She was a great nurse, but need to grow up a little bit.

"Fine, but he is hot! You are so lucky he is your patient."

"Okay I'm done, I'm going to check on my patients." Then I turned and left Susan and Ashley taking about the mysterious new patient.

"Morning Jim, how are you feeling today?" I asked my 80 year old patient.

"Good Morning angel. I am feeling much better now that you're here." Jim had Alzheimer's, and thought I was his wife from back when they first meet. It makes me sad but I go along with it just to help him.

"Well I am glad I can make you feel better. What can I get you for breakfast this morning?"

"Well how about pancakes with a side of you?" Jim smiled and winked, making me laugh.

"I can get you pancakes, but I am a little busy, sorry." I smiled as I walked out to check on the next patient.

"Good morning Sarah." Sarah was a 17 year old girl with mysophobia, a very severe case of germophobia.

"Not bad, have you washed your hands yet?" Sarah asked nervously.

"Yes Sarah I have. Now want can I do to make you more comfortable?"

"I'm fine." Sarah trying to put her mask even closer to her face.

"Okay, if you need anything just let me know."

Finally I made my way to the new patient's room. Quickly looking at his file and found out he came in unconscious so we do not have much information about him. That did not give me a lot to go on but I had a job to do. 'Here goes nothing' I thought.

When I walked into the room and saw a young man, looking up as I entered, and looked to be around 23. I had to admit, Ashley was right. He was very handsome. He had very dark hair and the prettiest green eyes I have ever seen. He was very tall, almost to tall for the bed. There was something about him that was familiar. I don't know what, just something.

"Good morning, my name is Emmylou. I will be your nurse. Now I was looking at your chart and it seems we do not have your name. So can you tell me so we can get it on record?" I smiled as I asked this.

"I… I'm… I don't know! BLOOD HELL, I don't know who I am." He was freaking out, it was very easy to tell. He started running his hands through his hair very quickly.

"Calm down, it will be okay. Can you tell me anything about what happened before you were brought here?" I was trying to get any clue about him.

"Umm, no. The only thing I remember is some thing smelling horrible, then I woke up here."

"Okay, I will talk to the doctor and see if there is anything we can do." I quickly walked out of the room, where both Susan and Ashley were waiting to hear about the new patient.

"Well, what is his name?" Susan asked.

"It looks like we have a John Doe on our hands." I said as I went to find the doctor.

- John Doe's POV -

'Who am I,' I tried to think back to before I woke up in this room.

I mean surely I can remember something, but no, not even my favorite food. It was frustrating to say the least. And where was that nurse at? What was her name? Emalia, Maggie Lou, no Emma Sue. Right? Man, I just want to get out of this room and find something I can remember.

Just then an older gentleman in a white lab coat (must be the doc) walked in followed by nurse-what's-her-name.

"Hello, I am Doctor Brown. Emmylou here tells me you have a case of amnesia."

'Emmylou that's right.' I thought.

"Um… I guess. Is there anything you can do?"

"I'm sorry to say no. Amnesia is a tricky thing. Most of the time you memories came back on their own, sometimes quickly and other times it can take awhile."

"MOST OF THE TIME. You mean I could possible never know who I really am?"

"It's a possibility, but don't worry. It hardly ever happens." With that the doctor walked out of the room, leave me even more worried than before. Doctors supposed to make you feel better, right?

"Sorry about him, he is a great doctor. Just not that good at telling people things in a gentle way." Emmylou gave a small laugh, and for some reason I wanted to hear her laugh for real.

She was a very pretty girl, well woman. She was short probably only 5'1' with black hair and dark brown eyes. Her smile was a genuine, not one the she put on for a front.

"What am I going to do? I can't live the rest of my life not knowing who I am or if I have a family out there looking for me." I was starting the freak out again and ran my hand through my hair.

"Listen to me, it will be ok. I will help you in any way I can, and in no time you will be back to your old life." She smiled and then left the room say she had other patient but would be back.

I believed her. I don't know why, but the way she said it and her smile made me.

-Emmylou's POV -

It had been four days since the John Doe was found. And when I got to work that Friday morning, bad news was waiting.

"What do you mean you are discharging him?" I asked Doctor Brown, becoming very angry.

"Well there is nothing wrong with him physically, so we can not keep him here."

"But he has no where to go, no money, nobody he knows." I tried to explain.

"That is not the hospitals responsibility. He will be discharge by the end of the day. If you feel this strongly about it, then I am sure you will have no problem with him staying at your place."

I watched shock as Doctor Brown walked away. 'Him stay at my place, I don't even know him.'

I had no clue what to do, so I just started my normal rounds.

I was right in the middle of talking to Jim (while he flirted with me), when I heard an ear-shattering scream for Sarah's room. I ran to there as fast as I could, getting there the same time as Susan and Ashley. What I saw made me want to stop and laugh ('to bad I can't').

John Doe was at the bathroom door, looking pale as a ghost, trying to get Sarah to come out.

"Come on Sarah, I am sorry. It's not the bad." He tried and finally looked my way with a look begging me to help.

"Ashley, if you would place escort him back to his room. Susan go and get my new scrubs for Sarah." I said and everyone immediately did want I told them to do.

"Sarah, sweetly. Come out of the bathroom. It's okay. Mrs. Susan went to go and get you some clean clothes to change into." I tried to talk really softly, because last time she lock her self in the bathroom it took us six hours to get her out.

"Are you sure? Is he gone?" She asked nervously.

I chuckled at the girl, "Yes, there is no one in here but me and you."

"O… Okay, I am coming out."

It took me about two hours to get Sarah calmed down and situated. I really wanted to march right into the John Doe's room and demand to know what he was think, but I knew I had to handle this with professionalism.

When I got to his room he was at the door waiting to talk to me.

"Is she okay? I swear I did not do anything to hurt her."

"She is fine, Sarah has a severe case of germophobia. Care to tell me why you were in her room and what happen to make her scream?"

He started running his hand through his hair (a nerves habit, another thing we can add to the very short list of things we know about him), and walked back into his room sitting on the bed.

"Well, you see, I was getting extremely board of staying in only this room; so I thought I would go and talk to some of the other patients and when I got to her room everything was fine. But then I sneezed and she screamed and you know the rest."

"Okay I guess that explains it, but next time just stay in your room." I turned to leave, but then I remembered the he was getting discharged in a couple of hours.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Doctor Brown told me that you are getting discharged today. So you will not have to stay in this room anymore." I tried to put on a smile because I knew this was not good news.

"Great! Wait, I don't have any where to go. What and I going to do?" Once again he ran his hand through his hair. (Yep definitely a habit.)

"I don't know, give me time to try and figure something out. Okay?" This time I did leave knowing I had to find a place for him to stay that was not with myself.

Well what do you think? Do you like Emmylou? What are your thoughts on John Doe? Please leave a review! Until next time…