The doctor stares at me for a short moment, blinking. He then snaps into reality and looks around at the nurses.
"Has anyone talked to her? Is she responding? What's her status?"
It's obvious that he was not prepared or expecting this.
"I'm o-okay.." I mumble out with a dry mouth. My lips are chapped and my tongue feels like sandpaper.
"Water.. P-please."
The female nurse nods and walks over to the sink to get a styrofoam cup and some lukewarm water. She brings it to me and tips my head up to help me drink. I nod slightly in thanks to her. My mouth starts to lubricate some.
I try to move my arm up to my head to get some of my hair out of my face, but I get about halfway before my arm drops.
"Oh..!" The female nurse gently pushes the bangs out of my face and smiles warmly.
The doctor snaps out of his trance and looks at both of the nurses with a stern face.
"Dokes, contact her parents about Jannike waking up immediately."
The male nurse nods and walks out of the room. The remaining nurse walks over to a corner in the room and rolls over a stand with a C.D. player on it.
"Your boyfriend said that your favorite band was Nirvana, and he brought all of the C.D.'s for you to listen to when you were asleep." she smiles and presses play. The song Polly starts playing, one of my favorite by Kurt Cobain. I smile and close my eyes for a second.
…
Wait..
My boyfriend?!
My eyes open quickly and I look over to the nurse.
"I have a.. Boyfriend..?"
The nurse looks up at the doctor with a worrying look and nods. The doctor walks over next to me and pulls up an office chair to sit on. He crosses his legs and sets a clipboard on his lap that he apparently had this whole time.
"Luana… Can you tell me what you remembered last?"
I pause for a second and look up at the ceiling to try and remember exactly what happened.
"I remember walking up my hill to my house on a cold, February day." I tell honestly. The doctor nods and writes something down.
"Now, what year was this?" he asks again. I silently laugh a little.
"It is the year 2014. It still is, isn't it?" I ask a little worried.
The female nurse walks over to a table in the room to bring me the newspaper. She hands it to me with a somewhat sad face. I give her a confused look, then struggle to move my fragile arm to grab it. I wait for my eyes to adjust to the close-up paper and look up at the small printed date at the corner.
June 6th, 2018
"Four years… I've been asleep for four years." I lay the newspaper on my lap and sigh.
"Luana, you have only been asleep for three months.." The doctor looks into my eyes with the eyes of someone with bad news.
"But.. I must of been asleep for that long. I don't understand.." I look down at my skinny hands and start ripping the corner of the newspaper slowly out of anxiety.
"You have been asleep for only three months, and you lost four years of memories."